Come to My House Tomorrow?

She looked so pitiful, and even her voice sounded especially pitiful, which was just too cute.

Han Zhuoling felt the urge to pat her head, but it was a pity he could not.

When Shi Xiaoya raised her head again, her face had already reddened.

Han Zhuoling's heart shuddered when he saw how she looked, and he secretly clutched his heart.

Shi Xiaoya's face was burning red. She tried her best to think of something to say to relieve her of her awkwardness.

Finally, she remembered something. "Young Master Ling, you called me because—?"

"Oh," Han Zhuoling replied plainly, "I just wanted to ask you, do you need to work tomorrow?"

"Mm." Shi Xiaoya nodded. "I need to go to my workplace tomorrow to finish up my work quickly. I will be going to the Survivor's production team on Sunday, you see, to prepare for the filming of the next episode."

"Sunday?" Han Zhuoling asked.