Xu Qing saw the message, and couldn't focus on writing her novel any longer. She swiftly shut down her computer, packed her bag, and dashed out of the office.
Back to Lanfeng International High-end Apartment.
She locked the car, took the elevator straight to the 22nd floor.
As she opened the door, a familiar scent of perfume hit her.
In the living room, Shen Yuyan stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, observing this new home she had yet to fully acquaint herself with.
Her tall silhouette was stretched long in the glow of the sunset.
"Yanyan! You're back!"
"Qingqing." Shen Yuyan's face carried a hint of fatigue, yet she remained vividly charming.
She opened her arms, habitually waiting for her enthusiastic friend, like a little puppy, to pounce for a hug.
However, Xu Qing came to a stop two steps away from her.
Her expression turned slightly red with awkwardness, her gaze evasive, hands nervously clasped behind her back, not daring to meet her eyes.
