He couldn't quite describe the feeling in his heart. After getting into the car, he called Nan Xia many times, but she did not answer.
Finally, on the last call, Nan Xia picked up.
Her voice was soft and slightly intoxicated: "Who is this?"
Feng Jingxuan was silent for two seconds: "Where are you? I'll come to get you."
Nan Xia, although drunk, recognized Feng Jingxuan's voice and indeed refused: "You're Feng Jingxuan? I hate you, don't come to pick me up."
Feng Jingxuan frowned: "Your daughter asked me to find you."
"Sweetie Yin?"
She seemed to have sobered up a bit, then looked around and slowly disclosed an address.
After speaking, she hung up the phone.
Gu Siyuan brought over a big bowl of ginger soup, took off his suit jacket, and was just in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up from making the soup.
"Drink the soup and then get some sleep."
Nan Xia smelled the strong scent of ginger and felt somewhat resistant.