C2088 The Feeling of Being Struck by Love

Jiang Nanchen clicked on Yung Yao's voice message and leaned back in his office chair. He closed his eyes and listened quietly. Yung Yao's voice was like the wind blowing from the mountains. It was soft and had the fragrance of grass. It instantly comforted his tired heart.

"Chen, you must be resting now, right? I am very sorry that I did not make cold drinks for you today