"I have a dinner appointment," Fan Shaoming said apologetically.
Su Xiaoyue responded understandingly, "Then be careful, don't drink too much. If you really do drink, let Old Song drive, you must not drink and drive. I'll head back to the Villa first, Mingyu must be getting anxious." The child is sensible, but still a sensitive little fellow.
"I will," he said.
"Then I'll hang up, see you tonight."
As she spoke, Su Xiaoyue blew a kiss towards her phone, and on the other end, Fan Shaoming's smile grew deeper, his love for her intensifying even more.
Su Xiaoyue hurried all the way back, and by the time she arrived at Green Water Villa, it was already twelve o'clock.
Mingyu was waiting at the gate of the Villa, clinging to his Treasure Bag regardless of anyone's persuasion.
