The sun set in the West, and its light slowly sank.
A young girl in a white dress was carrying a cake. Her steps were brisk, and she was humming an unknown song.
It wasn't easy for him to convince ning su and let her know that his father wasn't in the office, but at a hotel for a meeting about work.
It was a good thing that the place was not far from home, and she could find it.
"I wonder if dad will be so touched that he'll cry when he sees me."
Ning Qing thought of that scene and couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.
At this moment, the sound of messy footsteps came from the side path.
Ning Qing was caught off guard. She had just turned her head, and there was no time to Dodge, so she bumped into the person who was coming at her.
"Ah!"
"Bang!"
She fell to the ground and subconsciously protected the cake in her hands. Her knees and palms were scraped.
The person in front of her stood still and did not reach out to help her.
