Suddenly, Song Yuli's phone rang. Nan Luotong, who was lying on the bed, frowned subconsciously. Song Yuli's heart skipped a beat. He quickly reached out and hung up the phone, then patted Nan Luotong on the shoulder.

As Nan Luotong's breathing became lighter, she left Nan Luotong's room, phone in hand.

...

Quanyu Group, 35th floor, CEO's office.

Hearing the dial tone from his phone, Nangong Yu's face instantly darkened.

She actually hung up on him.

My hand, which was resting on the desk, clenched into a fist. Just then, the phone I was holding rang.

Looking at the caller ID on the screen, it was Song Yuli.

Nangong Yu originally intended to leave her alone for a while, but his body acted faster than his mind.

His finger unconsciously pressed the answer button, and he said in a detached tone, "Hello."

Song Yuli on the other end of the phone said apologetically, "Tongtong just fell asleep. I was afraid of waking her, so I hung up. Please don't be angry."

Nangong Yu snorted coldly after hearing this, and said with a hint of arrogance, "Do you think I'm such a petty person?"

Who are you!

Even if Song Yuli had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare to say those two words.

So she said with a grin, "I knew you wouldn't be angry, honey. You're the best, mwah!"

Nangong Yu leaned back in his leather swivel chair, his slender fingers unconsciously twirling an imported fountain pen: "Wait until I get home to kiss you, not now."

Song Yuli: "..."

Hearing Song Yuli's soft, sweet voice, Nangong Yu's lingering resentment vanished completely. From now on, he would care about Song Yuli's health.

"How did you feel at the old house today? Did you eat? Did Tongtong cling to you? Did Grandpa say anything to you? Did you miss me today?"

On the other end of the phone, Song Yuli couldn't help but twitch his lips: "You're asking me so many questions at once, which one should I answer first?"

Nangong Yu pursed his thin lips, then said in a serious tone, "Have you missed me all day?"

Song Yuli: "..."

Although he was somewhat speechless, Song Yuli felt a sweet warmth in his heart.

"Yes, I've been missing you a lot. Have you been missing me?"

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yu abruptly stopped twirling his pen, his deep eyes darkening, and he murmured, "I miss you too."

Song Yuli was taken aback for a moment, then laughed even more heartily.

"What should I do? I can't concentrate on work at all now. All I can think about is you."

Nangong Yu's suddenly aggrieved voice came over. Song Yu Li bit her lip, looked at the time on her phone, and comforted him, "It's already three o'clock. You'll be off work in a little while. Keep trying and hang in there!"

Hearing this, Nangong Yu was somewhat displeased.

He originally thought that as long as Song Yuli said that she also wanted to see him, he would leave this place even if it meant skipping work. But Song Yuli did not play by the rules.

Just then, there was a knock on the office door, and Jin Chengyuan walked in with a document in his hand.

Song Yuli, who was on the other end of the phone, naturally heard the knocking. So, she tactfully said, "Are you busy? In that case, I'll hang up now. Remember not to overwork yourself and take care of your health. Bye."

Without waiting for Nangong Yu's reply, she hung up the phone.