"Where on earth is he in the middle of the night?" Ling Fei grumbled as she propped herself up and reached for her cell phone.
It was one o'clock in the morning.
Ling Fei tossed her phone and lay back down. Feeling a bit cold, she pulled over a thin blanket to cover herself.
After waiting for more than ten minutes without any sign of Song Tian Mo, Ling Fei found herself unable to sleep. She decided to get up.
As she wandered down the long corridor and onto the deck, she finally spotted a tall dark figure—it was Song Tian Mo.
"I'm on a business trip!"
"..."
"No!"
...
"I can't get back now!"
...
"I know, this matter... we'll discuss it in a few days..."
...
Song Tian Mo was making a phone call. As Ling Fei approached, a few murmurings carried over the sea wind into her ears.
"Tianmo?"
Ling Fei softly called out to him.
Hearing her voice, Song Tian Mo immediately turned around, his gaze sharp. Seeing it was Ling Fei, he quickly ended the conversation.