Beads of sweat dripped down Jiang Qiran's face and seeped down his chin into the shadow of his collarbone.
Along with the cool morning breeze, he seemed to hear someone calling his name?!
Jiang Qiran was slightly surprised. Very few people would call his name like that, and it seemed to be a very youthful female voice, but unfortunately, he couldn't hear it clearly.
It was definitely not Jiang Miaomiao. That little girl hated getting up early the most. She was definitely still lazing in bed at this time, right?
Originally, Jiang Qiran had another candidate in mind, but that girl had already gone abroad.
Then, the one who could appear here in A City now, could it be Ye Linlang?
Thinking of Ye Linlang, who was both audacious and easily embarrassed, the corners of Jiang Qiran's lips curved slightly for some reason.
Jiang Qiran subconsciously turned his head, trying to find Ye Linlang's figure.
