The words had barely left his mouth when Wen Ci dragged her exhausted body home. After forty-eight hours on a hard-seat train, her backside was killing her, and she had been forced to stay vigilant against a suspicious middle-aged woman, unable to relax for a moment.
She had remained tense the entire trip and hadn't dared to sleep too soundly, even at night.
The moment she opened the door, Wen Ci saw Wen Yaozu on the landline. She frowned and asked, "Who are you chatting on the phone with?"
Hearing Wen Ci's voice, Wen Yaozu beamed. "Brother-in-law, my sister's back! You promised you'd put in a good word for me when you got home."
"Okay, put your sister on."
Wen Yaozu immediately stood up, took Wen Ci's hand, and said in a coaxing tone, "Sis, you're finally back! My brother-in-law has been calling every day to check on you."
