She couldn’t read the book anymore, lying on the bed tossing over and over, her mind was complicated and entangled, and she couldn’t fall asleep for a long time. It was not until late at night that she put on a quilt and fell asleep in a daze.
Nolan simply calculated the time difference and called her at 8 o’clock in the morning in Lancheng.
The phone was muted, lit by the pillow, and the woman was still asleep.
At two or three o’clock in the afternoon, Paris time, he was sitting in a cold office with his fingers between his eyebrows. He looked down at the phone that was automatically hung up. He didn’t know if she was awake or unwilling to answer his call.
In the end, he slowly knitted a text message and sent it.
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