As time ticked by, Fu Nancheng's phone suddenly rang. He turned around and walked to his desk, picked up the phone, and glanced at the number. His gaze softened a bit.
"Are you done with work?" Qiao Mo stood downstairs at his company, calling him.
"Mm, I have one more meeting, then I'm done."
Qiao Mo nodded, "The team that took our wedding photos called me, asking if the shoot will go as scheduled?"
"Yes, three days from now."
Qiao Mo showed a faint smile. Thinking of the upcoming wedding photo shoot lifted her spirits quite a bit, causing a trace of anticipation, and her cheeks blushed slightly.
"Okay, come home early."
"Xiao Mo..."
Just as Qiao Mo was about to hang up, Fu Nancheng suddenly called her name.
She paused, but he didn't say anything further. On the line, there was only silence and the soft sound of his breathing.
"You... don't wait for me to have dinner."
In the end, the words turned into a gentle reminder, as Fu Nancheng softly instructed.
