Under the setting sun, Qiao An lay lazily in a hammock under a tree, phone in hand, dialing a familiar number.
Mu Zimo, who had just finished his work and returned to his office for a break, heard a familiar ringtone.
It was a ringtone set specially for a certain someone. Seeing the name on the screen, Mu Zimo's utterly exhausted and unsettled heart suddenly felt like it was sinking into a gentle sea. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl into a faint smile.
"Weren't you going out to sea to stream? Don't tell me you've dug something up again?"
Qiao An, having been called out, was a little speechless. 'Maybe everyone's used to it by now. I'm the only one who still refuses to believe in fate.'
"Aren't you afraid I'll get mad if you mock me like that?"
Hearing Qiao An's nonchalant tone, Mu Zimo didn't bicker with her. Instead, in a rare good mood, he decided to humor her for once.
"Yes, yes, our streamer is incredibly lucky. You're bound to find a huge haul this time!"
