After that day, Wen Meimei couldn't tell if it was just her imagination, but Qiao Chengxun seemed to be avoiding her on purpose. He left early and returned late every day, and besides having dinner together, they practically lived like two parallel lines.
Wen Meimei just wanted some peace and quiet, and didn't think much of it.
Yet for some reason, she increasingly felt an unease, as if there was a thorn that whether touched or not, was extremely irritating.
Fortunately, September 11 arrived, which was Wen Meimei's school opening day, and it happened to be a Monday.
Wen Meimei got up early in the morning, changed back into her old clothes, and then retrieved a suitcase to pack away all her old attire.
She had had enough of this place and today she was determined to execute an escape plan.
Bu Qingqing walked into the room and saw her packing, which scared her pale.
"Young Madam, where are you going?"
