"Run with me?" Looking at Ling Fei's enthusiastic expression, Song Tianmo's eyebrows raised even higher: "Why today?"
As he spoke, he turned his head to glance at the third floor of the villa, and casually looked at the direction Su Lian Wei had left, a smile growing in his eyes.
This was Song Tianmo's villa.
When Ling Fei was not by his side, except for when he was on business or in the capital, most of his time was spent living in this villa.
No one knew the view from each room better than him. Ling Fei, who never ran with him in the mornings, suddenly climbed out of bed on such a cold day, put on her sneakers and sportswear, and said she wanted to run with him. How could Song Tianmo not overthink?
"Why today?" Ling Fei blinked, tilted her head to look at him, and chuckled, "Why can't it be today? Do we need to choose a specific time for running? Let's go, it's cold here. Let's run quickly, my feet are getting a bit numb."