When It Comes to You, I’ll Never Be Late

When Qiao Nian saw him, she put away her cell phone, raised the ends of her eyes, and her expression turned lazy. "No, I didn't wait very long. I was only here for a while."

Ye Wangchuan looked at her snow white and melon-shaped face. The corners of his mouth pricked up unconsciously. Seeing that she was in a good mood, he put his hand into his pocket and said, "I'm sorry for coming late. Something urgent came up."

"Okay." Qiao Nian nodded her head in understanding and waved the cell phone in her hand a little. She looked relaxed and calm, and not a trace of anger could be seen on her face. "You sent me a message telling me you would take about half an hour."

She glanced at the time. It was exactly half an hour, not even a minute later.

"You're on time."