Having finished a day's work, Chi Xiaoyu finally found herself at leisure.
Actually, she had a relatively free day; with Gong Beiming away, she didn't need to arrange his activities, organize his files, or write his drafts.
Standing in front of the window, she saw only the remains of the setting sun's half face to the north, casting a bloody, vibrant red over the bustling city.
The streets were crowded, but no matter how many people were in the world, without him, she felt so lonely.
He had been gone all day and hadn't sent a text or made a call. How busy could he be?
Or had he already forgotten her upon meeting Miss Bai, who was as graceful as a flower?
She brooded silently for a while, when suddenly her phone rang.
She turned and dashed to her desk with the speed of a hundred-meter sprint. Her excitement deflated upon seeing the call wasn't from Gong Beiming.
"Jiahao, what's up?" Chi Xiaoyu's voice was languid.