"Hello, President. Hello, Madam."
"Hello."
Qin Miaomiao didn't quite like being respectfully called 'Madam', always feeling a certain discomfort with the formality. Stepping into the dedicated elevator, she looked at the man and said, "Hubby, who do you think invented the word 'Madam'?"
"What's wrong? Still not used to hearing it?"
"Yeah, I've never gotten used to it. Hey, I think next time I won't come up to find you."
Qin Miaomiao spoke, her cheeks displaying a wry smile.
Lu Xing observed from upstairs, noticing the two holding hands as they left, his gaze turning deep. He promptly made a call.
"It's me. Let's meet when you have time; I have something to discuss."
Mo Wenwan looked around, noting that the agreed time had passed but the person hadn't arrived, feeling inexplicably puzzled. Suddenly, she recalled the tone in the phone call, sensing that Lu Xing must have something important to say.
"Sorry, I'm late."
