On Sunday, Gu Qingxin received a call from an unfamiliar number. She answered it with suspicion, and a magnetic male voice came through.
"Meet me at the airport at eight tonight!"
Beiming Han said just one sentence and then hung up. Gu Qingxin stared at the words 'call ended' on her phone screen. He wanted her to pick him up at the airport?
Beiming Han often traveled for work, but except for the time when he took her with him, he had never asked her to pick him up at the airport before.
"Qingxin, who was that?" Lin Yin asked.
"Oh, a friend. Mom, I've sold all the flowers, I'll clean up the rest. You can go home first."
"All right then, I'll go home. What do you want for dinner? I'll make it for you."
"I might not come home for dinner, just eat by yourself."
"Okay then, take care."
"You too, be safe on the road."
After Lin Yin left, Gu Qingxin cleaned up the remaining stems in the flower shop and threw them into the trash. She locked the flower shop's door and hastily left.
