Xiao Qi returned to the company to make all the arrangements, and then began his journey back to the Imperial Capital.
Sitting in the sleeper car, Xiao Qi gazed out the window at the passing scenery, lost in thought.
From time to time, a beautiful figure would flash across his mind, making him feel agitated.
Unconsciously, his hand reached into his pocket and touched the painting. The image in his mind became clearer, reflecting her calm and indifferent face. No flirtation, no pretense – everything was just so natural. Perhaps that was what attracted him.
Xiao Qi's eyes swept over a figure, and with a start, he stood up and followed her.
"Yingying." Xiao Qi called out before his mind could catch up.
"Sir, do you need anything?" Gu Beilin turned her head and looked at the handsome man, but unfortunately, he was not as handsome as the man she had seen before.
"Ah, sorry, I mistaken you for someone else." Xiao Qi, disappointed, left a sentence and turned away.
