In the days around the New Year, Yue Qingqing thought of many ways.
Send a letter? She didn't know the address.
Make a phone call? She didn't know the number, either.
Wait at the bus station where Yue Jiannan saw the little junior fellow's car? Her family would never allow it.
After much thought, she actually couldn't find a feasible way.
Gong Qiming had probably guessed little uncle's student status from his luggage and the pen in his shirt pocket, which is how he managed to find him.
But Yue Jiannan was too busy avoiding him to remember the details.
Right, there was a private car that time.
But he didn't have a photographic memory, how could he possibly remember the license plate number?
Yue Qingqing lay despairingly on the table, though she also thought of using Spiritual Energy to find someone.
But with her current Cultivation Base, it was already a bit difficult to cover Zhuancheng.
How could she possibly go to Beijing thousands of miles away?
