C81 He Drank

I rubbed my aching temples, finally finishing my last job in the late afternoon, and looked up at the empty office.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated.

A familiar number sent a familiar word, "How was your day?"

The tea easily shattered the melancholy in my heart.

I picked up the phone with a faint smile, as if the faint temperature on the phone came from Jiang Ruochen.

"I'll be home soon