At this moment, Ling Qingwu was flipping through various materials in the living room. She always put her heart and soul into her daily work.
Hearing footsteps, she thought it was her brother and didn't turn around, responding directly, "Didn't you just go out? Why are you back?"
"Came back to check on you!"
Huh!
This voice was clearly not her brother's.
Ling Qingwu looked up and saw Yang Fan's familiar face. She stood up immediately, "Yang Fan, is that you?"
Yang Fan walked over with a smile, "Yeah, it's me. Who did you think I was? I thought you were waiting for your Prince Charming."
Ling Qingwu couldn't help but laugh; this guy hadn't changed a bit, "When did you get back?"
"Just got back yesterday." Yang Fan walked over and sat on the sofa.
Ling Qingwu immediately brought him a glass of water and placed it before him, "The last time you left was months ago. Time flies so fast."
"Yeah, how have things been during this time? Is everything okay?"
