After packing his luggage, there was still some time before departure, so Qi Yun tied on an apron to prepare lunch.
After spending time together these days, he was already well aware of Zhao Qing's taste preferences and knew what dishes she liked to eat.
However, halfway through cooking, his phone rang in his pocket.
Checking his phone, the name Wang Fei appeared on the screen.
"Brother Qi, my car is sent for maintenance; can you come pick me up later?" On the other end, Wang Fei's voice was gentle, with a hint of coquettishness.
Qi Yun frowned, puzzled, and said, "Don't you have several cars? You still need me to pick you up?"
"They're all sent for maintenance. I'm at my own place here; it's hard to get a cab." Wang Fei explained.
Seeing her say that, Qi Yun couldn't refuse, sighed, and said, "Alright, send me your location, and I'll head over in a while."
After hanging up the phone, he sped up his cooking, and it wasn't long before a few simple dishes were ready.
