Entering mid-October, the sunlight under the trees in Haicheng early in the morning could no longer be considered warm, somewhat bland, but still bright.
"I'm leaving first," Zhuang Jing said, waving her hand gently.
"Alright," Gu Ran watched her walk towards the office building, then watched Yan Hanxiang leave, and then waited for Su Qing and He Qingyan to get out of the blue BMW.
"Is the Master's car nice to drive?" He Qingyan asked with a smile.
"Don't drive around so recklessly early in the morning," Gu Ran started walking towards the office building.
"It was Su Qing driving."
"Did you get scolded?" Su Qing asked Gu Ran.
"No, not only did I not get scolded, but I also asked about Mind Hell, and Mrs. Jing said there was no need for treatment. To put it simply, those bitter past experiences were like the sweat shed for losing weight, the damaged knees from striving to be key in the Olympics, and the calluses formed from writing good calligraphy."
