"This..." Gu Zixuan hesitated.
Feng Chengjin's smile grew warmer, "How about this, I'll give him a call in a while to see if I can reach him. If not, I will send the little one to Yu Mansion tomorrow?"
At this, Gu Zixuan's furrowed brow relaxed a bit.
Feng Chengjin: "Don't worry too much. Maybe he didn't come to pick you up because he has personal matters to attend to, or perhaps... things aren't sorted yet and he needs some more time. It doesn't necessarily mean something went wrong. Don't underestimate Yu Yuanshen. For him to have become the top executive in Rong City's financial district wasn't an easy feat."
Hearing the deeper reassurance, Gu Zixuan smiled and nodded.
The gentle look on her face moved Feng Chengjin.
After a pause, he stood up straight, walked in front of Gu Zixuan, knelt on one knee before her, and took her soft, slender hand.
With a teasing smile, he said slowly, "Don't keep thinking about all these things. Get ready because tomorrow is Christmas."