Bai Xiangxiang stood by the window, arms crossed, thinking about her mother's words from the telephone call earlier.
Tonight, her aunt would host a banquet at the Bai Family's residence, to which numerous celebrities and media were invited; it seemed quite a setup. Her mother wanted her to bring Mr. Pei back with her, which was quite telling without saying much.
Her mother thought she and Pei Qinghan had already gotten close, but in truth, during these days of convalescence, she hadn't even seen Pei Qinghan's face, much less expect him to accompany her to the banquet—it didn't require any thought.
No, perhaps there was a chance.
Yesterday, she overheard Ah Ling talking with another servant that Pei Qinghan would return today, and she would be sent away this afternoon. This was her only opportunity, and she had to seize it.
With that in mind, she looked at the clock on the wall—it was two in the afternoon.
