Sang Qianqian recognized her. She was the young woman who stood beside Shen Hanyu on the snowy night in Ming City.
But why was she here?
Could it be that this girl was her neighbor?
The young woman had already reached the steps and was knocking on the door. The door opened, and a warm ray of yellow light shone through.
Hearing the woman's voice, Sang Qianqian couldn't help but listen, "It's so cold, why did you call me over so late? Can't you do it earlier?"
A man's voice could be heard from inside the room. "Sorry, the flight was delayed. I'll come earlier next time."
Upon hearing this voice.
Sang Qianqian felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and she stopped in her tracks.
The door was closed, and the warm yellow light was cut off. The surroundings fell into darkness again.
