Having finished her day's classes, Xia Pengpeng packed up her belongings and headed toward the school exit.
Tang Jun's call had already come in urgently.
She had muted her phone earlier, and upon turning it on, she discovered there were more than ten missed calls.
"Miss! When are you coming home?"
"Right away! Is the food ready?"
"Everything's ready! A warm welcome awaits Her Majesty for dinner!"
Xia Pengpeng hung up the phone and rode her Thunderstorm motorbike toward the apartment.
...
This afternoon at two, Xia Wen went to the company.
Although it seemed like nothing had happened, she still felt uneasy.
For instance, if someone looked at her twice, she would think they were definitely contemplating her plastic surgery.
Xia Wei, when faced with such a situation, would come back and vent wildly.
But not her!
These things didn't phase her!
