Tiptoeing

After long while, Li Sicheng let Su Qianci go unwillingly.

"Lock the door and the windows. Be safe at home."

"Okay."

"Tomorrow, Nanny Rong will come over. Ask her to move your stuff to our room."

"Okay."

"Stay at home and wait for me to come back."

"Okay."

"I'm leaving now."

"Okay."

Li Sicheng rubbed Su Qianci's hair lovingly before he lifted his luggage and walked to Cheng You's car.

Watching him go, Su Qianci felt sweet and bitter at the same time. Going back to the house, she took the laptop and went back to her room, seeing two unanswered calls from Lu Yihan, and one from Song Yifan.

She immediately called Lu Yihan back, and he didn't answer.

Then she called Song Yifan, and he quickly picked up, "Hello, Qianci."

"Uncle Song."

"You have a minute? I need to talk to about something."

"Sure."

"Are you free on the twelfth? How about you come with me to my concert at a capital?"