"Ring..."
The phone rang, and Tang Yue answered as if by telepathy. On the other end came Meng Siyu's distinct voice, deep and resonant. Carried over the phone, it had an indescribable pleasantness.
Every time Tang Yue heard his voice over the phone, her mood lifted with joy.
"Sweetheart, I miss you," said Meng Siyu, his tone rising playfully on the last word when he called her 'sweetheart,' teasingly distinctive.
Tang Yue felt a sweet warmth in her heart, snuggling into the sofa, she shifted to a comfier position before responding, "How did you know it was me?"
"This is our home, who else could it be but you?" questioned Meng Siyu in return.
Even through the phone, one could sense Meng Siyu's light laughter.
Tang Yue's lips curved up involuntarily, her voice coy, "Then you guessed wrong. Mom and dad have come to Jing City, they're even planning to open a restaurant here."
