After dinner, Huo Jingting took Gu Nanqiao to the airport.
On the way back, his phone suddenly rang; thinking it was Xu Shuo, he answered without much thought.
Only after picking up did he clearly hear the caller's voice.
"What are you doing? Are you busy again?" The woman's voice was gentle, like a breeze brushing over the soul.
Startled by her voice, Huo Jingting paused before responding nonchalantly, "No, I'm on my way to the office."
After speaking, he quickly asked, "What's up?"
Lin Qingge replied, "I've booked a ticket back home. I'll arrive in Lancheng at eight tomorrow morning. If you have time, could you pick me up?"
"Tomorrow morning?" Huo Jingting slightly frowned, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I wanted to surprise you," she chuckled, "Alright, I just got back from the shooting site and haven't eaten yet. I'm going to eat now, see you tomorrow."
"...Hmm."
As the echo of her words faded, he lightly swiped his finger and ended the call.
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