Geng Yi, "...I want to give him a thumbs up for his typing speed! At the same time, how do I stop myself from laughing!?"
Rong Sinan knitted his brows tightly, a slight unease flashing across his handsome face.
He placed the phone against his ear, without saying a word.
"...It's me."
After several seconds, a woman's hoarse voice came through the phone.
Rong Sinan paused for a moment, his tone casual, "What's up?"
"I'm on the train to Provence now." Tang Yige said softly on the other end.
Rong Sinan's fingers tightened around the phone, a dark undercurrent suddenly surging in his clear eyes.
Perhaps it was because she hadn't heard his voice for a long time, Tang Yige's voice came trembling through the phone again, "Have you arrived?"
"Not yet."
"...I'll probably arrive in about two hours. Have you booked a hotel there? If not, I can book one if I arrive first." Yige spoke in a plain tone as if chatting with a friend.
"Booked." Rong Sinan said.
