***
Because of Mai Xiaomai, he had grown accustomed to carrying three handkerchiefs with him at all times.
He placed the handkerchief on the stand beside him, "Wife, take the handkerchief in a bit, I have to get busy now, love you."
"Mm, go ahead."
Mai Xiaomai nodded her head.
"I'll have someone send you back."
"No need, I'll go back by myself."
"Then be careful."
"Mm."
Listening to him fussing about like an old mother, Mai Xiaomai's heart wasn't annoyed but instead felt warm.
Qiao Chutian gave her a deep look and then turned to walk inside.
Watching his steady steps and tall figure gradually walking away, Mai Xiaomai stepped forward, took down the black and white handkerchief, and gently sniffed it before her nose.
Then, clutching it in her hand, she left the construction site.
However, she didn't immediately return but instead wandered aimlessly along the somewhat unfamiliar streets of B City.
