Shen Chizheng walked towards the outside of the airport.
As he walked, he said to her, "I'll be back soon. Wait for me at the hospital after you finish work. I'll pick you up in the evening, and we can have dinner together."
"Okay..." Su Yan agreed, then thought about it and added a reminder, "Drive carefully on your way back. It'll be rush hour, so be sure to stay safe."
"Got it," Shen Chizheng chuckled, "Don't worry, your husband isn't a three-year-old child."
Her face flushed slightly when she heard the word "husband," as if she was a bit shy.
But she didn't say anything more and quickly hung up the phone.
Putting her phone back in her pocket, Su Yan raised her hand and touched her face, only then realizing that it was burning hot.
...
Evening arrived in no time.
Su Yan's anxiety caused by Gu Chaohan gradually calmed down because of Shen Chizheng's return to the country.
In her heart, Shen Chizheng was her greatest sense of security.
