The ringing sound pulled Ying Jing's thoughts back.
She looked at the caller ID and immediately wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.
"Hello."
"Where are you?" A deep, sexy voice came from the other end of the line.
"I'm, I'm..." She should have been on the plane to Y Country to meet him. Now it feels like a wandering child who can't find a home. Ying Jing sniffled. "Wen Fucheng, I miss you so much!"
A sound of hurried footsteps emerged, accompanied by Zhang Yang's voice.
"Boss, where are you going!"
Wen Fucheng went outside.
He stood in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window.
This was called the most artistically valuable estate in Y Country.
