Su Nian took out her phone and called Zheng Haoyu. There wasn't a hint of displeasure in her voice during the call, especially with that beaming smile on her face. Bai Hong, upon observing this, felt a sense of misfortune looming over their young master.
It was 11:50 at that time. Zheng Haoyu had just returned from a meeting room. The tea brought by Wang Lan hadn't reached his lips yet. Seeing Su Nian's call, he slightly smiled, put down his pen, and asked: "Niannian, are you awake?"
The gentle and warm voice of a man resonated in Su Nian's ears, causing her heart to flutter. She realized then how captivating a person's voice could be. "Mm, I've been awake for a while now."
"Did you sleep well last night?" Upon hearing her voice, Zheng Haoyu felt his exhaustion dissipate. The nerves he had been on edge all morning finally had the chance to relax. Su Nian was his release.
