When the phone rang for the third time, Tang Yige's face showed an expression of extreme pain. Just before the phone was about to fall silent again, she bit her lower lip, quickly reached into the secret compartment to take out her phone, and answered without giving herself any time to hesitate.
"Where are you?" The man's deep voice came through the phone.
Tang Yige closed her eyes for a moment, turned the steering wheel with one hand, parked the car on the side of the road, exhaled twice, and said, "I just got up not long ago, I'm on my way back to the photo studio, what's up?"
Tang Yige's voice was soft and hoarse, no different from usual.
"I'm coming to find you." He said.
"...Aren't you going to the law firm?" Tang Yige asked, her voice even carrying a light smile.
"Not going today, I'm staying with you."
The expression on Tang Yige's face stiffened, and she said nothing.
