At the end of October, Northern regions were howling with a freezing wind, while in the South, it was still warm. Coming out of the airport, Zhu Qianying, who had spent a month in the North, felt momentarily disoriented, as if she had stepped through time and space into another world.
With a coat draped on her arm and dragging her luggage to the side of the road to hail a taxi, she took out her phone in the car and hesitated for a moment, finally deciding to turn it on.
After having disappeared for a month without contacting anyone, she had to face the real world that she found tiresome.
Her mobile was filled with unread messages. She chose to read a few related to her work first. The rest, some from Xing Bailun, some from Qin Xiu, and some from young master Yan, she only glanced over them briefly. All of them were asking her where she had run off to. However, the ones from Xing Bailun were expressing concern, while those from young master Yan were mostly filled with anger.
