"Then I won't disturb your rest," Bo Yi said gently, his voice carrying a touch of warmth. "See you tomorrow, my dear fiancée."
Fang Yuan responded with a nonchalant, "Mhm."
"Goodnight," Bo Yi anticipated a reciprocal "goodnight" from her, but all he got was a disinterested "Mhm." She truly was an extraordinary young woman.
As Fang Yuan ended the call and prepared to finally rest, her phone rang once again.
"[Boss, an invincible nouveau riche just placed an order for 100 clothing items, 100 pairs of shoes, and 100 bags. They want them delivered before dusk tomorrow!]"
"[I don't care. You must provide me with the manuscript tonight. I intend to keep the factories running through the night!]"
"[This is a major order. We can't afford to let it go!]"
Fang Yuan arched an eyebrow, her elegant fingers tapping the screen as she replied, "[Who is it this time?]
Can it possibly be her father again?