On Wednesday afternoon, just before closing time, Xia Yanxin's mobile phone rang. She took a moment to check, and saw that it was a call from Chu Sihao. With a slight smile, she pressed the answer key.
"Brother Sihao…"
"Yanyan, are you coming home for dinner tonight?" Chu Sihao's voice was as gentle as always.
"Oh… let me see…" Xia Yanxin's left hand jabbed at the schedule with a pen, her daily work schedule was packed. Normally, after work, she would have dinner with Long Yutian, but after their argument, they were in the midst of a cold war.
"Yanyan, today is my birthday, I wish someone would accompany me!" There was a trace of sadness in Chu Sihao's voice.
Xia Yanxin was stunned for a moment before she cheerfully agreed, "Sure!"
"Shall I come to pick you up?"
