Most Beloved Darling…
When Nie Tangxiao saw those three words, his little face became frozen.
The phone kept ringing.
The caller ID kept flashing on the phone screen.
Outside the country, inside a certain suite at a luxurious hotel.
Si Yehan was frowning as he held his phone.
Every time he called Ye Wanwan, he called according to her schedule so it would be convenient for her to answer, so she should be able to answer within seconds. However, no one answered this time.
Xu Yi, who was standing to the side, held a big pile of documents. He asked, "9th master, what is it? Did Miss Wanwan not answer the phone?"
Si Yehan didn't reply. With his hand, he pinched the space between his brows. He felt that lately, he couldn't focus and was overthinking too much.
It was probably because she wasn't in his line of sight.