The vibration of the phone in his pocket rang out, Gu Shaozhi stopped his steps, and a hint of expectation arose in his otherwise calm heart.
Yes, it was expectation.
He knew well that she would prepare dinner on time and wait for him to return, deliberately staying in the office for nearly four more hours, just to see if she would get angry.
The mask of pretense he had been wearing for so long made him somewhat miss Mrs. Gu—who would show him a cold face, had a big temper, and would call to check on him if he came home late when he had no social engagements.
As he took the phone out of his pocket, Gu Shaozhi's breath slowed down, but the screen flashed with two characters: Huai'an.
A mocking curve emerged.
Ha, how could it be her.
Even if he didn't come home for a week, she wouldn't call to ask.
"Still busy?"
Gu Shaozhi took long strides, got into the car, and spoke lightly, "No."
In the luxuriously decorated VIP room, besides the driver, there was only Lu Huai'an.
