Lin Xiangwan was uneasy in her heart, but after thinking it over, she decided it was better not to question it.
Song Yichen was rich, but it was his money to have, as long as he didn't owe them anything, why should she care about his wealth?
She soothed herself with these thoughts and soon calmed down. She was just about to fall asleep when the sky outside started to turn bright.
She got up early, packed her household registration and ID card, took a bath in the early morning, dried her hair, loosely knotted into a simple bun, and even wore a long white skirt.
This skirt was the most expensive one she had bought, a gift brought back for her by a colleague who had been to France, much cheaper than it would've been domestically!
Standing in front of the mirror, Lin Xiangwan looked at her petite cheeks, pointed chin, flat stomach, and slender figure, nodding in satisfaction!
