The phone in his pocket vibrated and Huo Yunque pulled it out.
'Gege, are you busy?'
His message inbox was clean, and the only conversation he had was with Song Yaoyao.
It was filled with messages from the girl which he barely replied to.
He looked at his watch to check the time in China. It was late. Was Song Yaoyao asleep?
When Song Yaoyao heard her phone ring, she immediately jumped up from her computer desk and rushed over to her bed.
She immediately pressed the answer button.
Her sweet voice traveled through the mouthpiece to Huo Yunque. "Gege~"
"Yes."
Huo Yunque sat in his car which was surrounded by an entourage that protected him.
He lowered the window and icy snowflakes floated in.
He stretched out his hand to catch some, but as soon as they encountered his warmth, they immediately melted. He spread his palms and there was nothing left.