Fang Qing left.
She didn't ask Jiang Chen to see her off. She only sent a text message before boarding the plane.
The enormous Airbus glided along the runway and then ascended into the sky, merging with the blue and white clouds, flying away from this bustling city.
Bulgari.
Inside the business suite.
Jiang Chen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, put down his cellphone, and shook his head with a smile. "She left without even saying goodbye."
"She said there was an emergency at school."
Fu Zili, who was staying just upstairs, hadn't even been notified. He stood next to Jiang Chen, looking into the sky. "I should be going back too."
"You're leaving too? What's the rush? Stay a few more days."
Jiang Chen urged him to stay.
"I've been out long enough this time. Maybe next time," Fu Zili replied.
"You're all such busy people," Jiang Chen said with a smile. "Alright then, I won't hold you up. When is your flight? I'll take you."
