"Ye Cheng, it's Xiaofeng." Su Xiaofeng's voice came over the phone somewhat hesitantly, penetrating Ye Cheng's heart and spreading throughout his body.
Receiving a call from his wife, Ye Cheng's lips naturally curled up into a smile, "Mm, I can tell."
Xiaofeng, hearing Ye Cheng's warm and robust voice, suddenly felt settled. The man on the other end of the phone was her man, truly and tangibly hers.
There was nothing awkward about calling her own man. Compared to her hesitance at the beginning of the call, she quickly regained composure, "Ye Cheng, I called you because I wanted to ask if you could come back. My older brother had a car accident yesterday, a very serious one. The doctor says it's uncertain whether he will wake up, or if he can recover to his pre-accident cognitive level."
Ye Cheng, listening to the faint worry in Xiaofeng's voice, couldn't help but respond with concern, "Why are you only thinking to call me now? Don't worry, I'll be right there."