She had just entered the living room when the phone rang, and she walked over to answer it: "Hello, you've reached Luo Qiao."
"Qiaoqiao, it's me."
"Brother Chen, did you call for a reason?"
"No reason in particular. I just finished up with what I was doing and wanted to see what you were up to."
"I just got back a while ago. Today, my master and his wife returned from Shanghai. I went to the station this morning to pick them up, and now grandma has told me to go upstairs and rest."
"Wait for me tomorrow."
"Okay."
"Then you should head upstairs to rest. I'll call you again tonight."
"Brother Chen, a quick interview, what's your current mood?"
The person on the other end of the phone cleared his throat lightly, as if trying to hide something, and it was a while before Luo Qiao heard: "I feel even more nervous and tormented now. I wish time would move faster, and I long to stand by your side rightfully."