It feels like I'm getting closer to him.
Gu Nuan thought.
As her fingers pulled the curtains closed, a breeze seemed to blow in from the north.
Behind her, Zhong Qiaohui was on the phone with someone.
"Brother Zhang? Yes, I'm in Luxembourg. You say you're spending the night in the desert? That sounds so fun. Did you go to see the drilling platform?"
It seems that Miss Zhong is very curious, almost like a three-year-old child, so Brother Zhang apparently won't find her particularly bothersome.
Zhong Qiaohui suddenly covered her mouth and giggled, then fell onto Gu Nuan's bed, laughing nonstop.
Her sudden action, like a bear rolling, made Zhan Dapeng, who had just been given permission to enter, look surprised.
"Who is she talking to?" Zhan Dapeng asked.
"With Brother Zhang," Gu Nuan replied.
