A week.
In the past, a week was no different from a day or two for him; it didn't matter whether he stayed in Capital City or abroad or elsewhere—it was just a change of work location.
But now, things were different; now, two people were waiting for him.
They were his Achilles' heel, his armor!
"After a week, I will come back on time," he said over the phone before returning. Rong Yan's heart fluttered at the deep and husky voice of the man; her heartbeat raced, her bright eyes dark and shiny, filled with exuberance, "Only before you come back? You won't call me ordinarily?"
Li Shengxiao had never seen her act coquettishly, nor did he know that her coquettishness was irresistible. His voice unintentionally turned hoarser, his Adam's apple moving as he tightened his grip on the phone, "I will call, I will call when I have time."
There was a knock at the door.
And the voice of Little Baby calling for mom.
