Until she got into the elevator, Wen Nuan felt her heart thumping wildly, a feeling of intense nervousness.
Arriving at the 19th floor, Wen Nuan opened the door, didn't bother changing shoes, and rushed to turn on the balcony light.
Seeing the light come on and Wen Nuan waving at him, Fu Mingyu smiled and got into the car.
Watching the car go away, Wen Nuan suddenly felt a sense of loss, and the next moment, her bag started ringing.
She walked over, opened the bag, and took out an already unboxed phone.
A custom-made phone, rose gold in color, identical to Fu Mingyu's, except his was black.
Looking at her own photo on the screen and the flashing words "Third Brother," Wen Nuan sat down and answered the call.
"Nuan Nuan, I really don't want to leave."
On the other end, Fu Mingyu's words slightly eased the sense of loss in Wen Nuan's heart.
