He instinctively lowered his head and opened WeChat on his phone, tapping on the pinned pink avatar of the Young Girl.
There were no new messages.
Well, at this hour, She was probably still curled up under the covers, sleeping like a log.
He put his phone away and glanced out the window again. It was pouring in the Imperial City, and he had no idea what things were like on Her side.
He was worried that if the rain kept coming down like this, Her evening flight might end up delayed.
Thinking of that little thing waiting at the airport, clutching Her suitcase and calling Him with that pitiful tone, Yan Yan's lips couldn't help but curve slightly.
The man got up from the bed to wash up, planning to go to the study to work so he could free up time to pick Her up when She arrived that night.
Who knew that just as he finished washing up and came out, he heard a knock at the door.
Outside, Housekeeper Chen's slightly anxious voice sounded: "Sir, sir, are you up?"
