"I'm going back to Yuecheng tomorrow."
Sang Qianqian was silent for two seconds. "Since we can't meet up, I won't disturb you any longer. Let's meet again in the future."
She was about to hang up when Fang Lan stopped her, "Wait."
Fang Lan wanted to meet Sang Qianqian. It was rare for her to take the initiative to call, and Fang Lan did not want to miss it.
Furthermore, if Sang Qianqian were to return to Yuecheng, there was no telling when she would be back.
Even if Fang Lan wanted to say something, it would be too late.
"How about this, find a place and send me the address."
Fang Lan made up her mind in an instant. She lowered her voice and said, "I'll go to you now."
After hearing Sang Qianqian's acknowledgment, Fang Lan hung up.
She had just put away her phone and looked up to see Shen Hanyu staring at her. An indescribable sense of oppression enveloped her silently.
