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"Miss Cheng, there's no need for farewells since we're bound to meet again," Lin Chengjie's smile faded, a rare seriousness crossing his face, "I wish you all the best."
Cheng Weiyue knew that these matters concerning Chu Manxiao were hot potatoes, not easy to handle.
The words of Lin Chengjie, though partly perfunctory, were also sincere.
Cheng Weiyue smiled and watched as he left the office.
Outside the window, the snow in Jingcheng drifted down slowly, the coldness arriving as expected.
Exiting the office, she saw Lan Rong outside drinking tea and nodded towards him with her chin, "Ready to shoot."
"Alright, Tingxu is still sleeping, I'll go wake her up," Lan Rong stood up, lazily headed towards the resting room.
Meanwhile, Yang Jiao bounced over excitedly, "Yueyue, I bought a big sweet potato, do you want to try it?"
"Where did you buy it?" Cheng Weiyue asked with amusement at Yang Jiao's childish manner.
