She answered the phone, pressing it to her ear: "Hello."
"What are you doing?"
Shen Dang's voice was still the usual low and casual, tinged with a laissez-faire demeanor.
It made one feel like he was the wind, that elusive gust.
He had never stayed for anyone.
A ripple stirred in Qiao Xi's heart as she lowered her gaze and replied indifferently, "Reading a script."
"At home?"
"Mhm."
"Do you have time now?"
"...Of course."
The two exchanged questions and answers.
It seemed awkward, yet not awkward.
Perhaps only Qiao Xi felt the atmosphere was bizarre at the moment.
Qiao Xi furrowed her brows. Boss Shen wouldn't call her just to say a few nutritionless words, would he?
So, Qiao Xi took the initiative to ask, "Is there something you need?"
Silence for a few seconds.
Boss Shen spoke unhurriedly, "Bring your household registration book and divorce certificate to the Civil Affairs Bureau. I'll wait for you."