"Work, of course!"
Qin Mu responded, unconsciously scanning her colleagues and noticing their ambiguous glances; she lowered her head, feeling awkward, and stood up, "I'll have to excuse myself for a moment."
She left the office and only after closing the door did she ask earnestly, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing much, just that I was video calling Mom and didn't see you there."
He spoke and felt extremely uncomfortable.
But it was true that he wasn't the type to say such things; he preferred action over words.
If he liked her, of course he'd take action.
"I'm at the studio today, so unless there's something else, I'm going to hang up."
Qin Mu, sensing he didn't really want to chat with her, wondered if he had called just to remind her of his existence?
"Qin Mu, you..."
As Qin Mu was about to hang up, she heard him call her name, so she put the phone back to her ear, "Hmm?"
"Will it really take half a year to a year for you to come back?"
