"Thank you, Miss Yan."
Elisa's expression seemed to soften a bit.
She took a deep look at Little Yunduo in Yan Xiaye's arms, then turned away with an introspective Eureka.
Finally, no longer needing to deal with other people, Yan Xiaye carried Little Yunduo back to the room, gently placing the little one on the large bed, and took out her phone to dial Li Yuntang's number.
Her slender fingertip tapped the screen, and she suddenly remembered the time difference between them, quickly hanging up the call before it connected.
She glanced sideways at the warm sunlight coming through the floor-to-ceiling window; at this moment, it was probably still deep night back home, and whatever it was could wait until morning.
With her pale palm holding the phone, Yan Xiaye thought for a while, then dialed Ji Liangchen's number instead.
The other person answered quickly, chuckling lightly, "So, did you see Little Yunduo?"
