In the lobby of the 17th floor of the presidential suite of Elson Hotel in England, a large group of people was sitting on the sofa drinking and playing games. It was very lively.
In front of the French window, Xia Ning crossed her arms and looked at the scenery outside. It was midnight in London and already morning in China.
It has been a few days. She wanted to call them countless times. But what she wanted to do was too crazy. She was afraid that she would hear their voices and cower. She was too greedy for that taste.
That cold heart was no longer cold because of them. Because of them, it was even braver. Therefore, she had to work hard to fight for them.
"Asteria, why are you standing here? Come drink." Behind her, Chris walked over. His hand was about to land on Xia Ning's shoulder, but she dodged it. He chuckled. "Why, are you not treating me as a friend?"
