Right after she sent the message, Yu Han's call came through.
"Xiaxia." Yu Han gently called out, then anxiously asked, "Where are you?"
"Where are you?" Yan Xia countered.
"I'm on the street," Yu Han said.
He didn't know where to find Yan Xia, so he was just driving around the streets aimlessly.
Yan Xia curled her lip, "What are you doing on the street?"
"Looking for my wife," Yu Han sighed, "I haven't seen my wife for a long time, I miss her."
"If she doesn't want that apartment, I'll come back tomorrow, can you tell me where my wife is?"
Yan Xia's anger dissolved because of the longing in his words.
"But you said looking for her wasn't urgent," Yan Xia said somewhat aggrieved.
She didn't want the house anymore. Du Xinyuan had lived there, what was the point of keeping it?
Yu Han paused, "I was wrong..."
Yan Xia pouted, "What did you do wrong?"
