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But for one person in particular, thoughts were clearly elsewhere. Xie Lingling had been preoccupied these past few days, images of Chen Feng would intermittently invade her mind.
Beginning with the collision on the plane that knocked her down, followed by his compensation with a pair of shoes, to the return of her lost painting, allowing her to fulfill her teacher's wish, and then to the temple where he stepped in to save her, weren't all these experiences between them a form of fate?
Xie Lingling drove out in a red Maserati, and hardly had she left when more than ten vehicles started tailing her from a distance. Ever since the near mishap in the temple, Xie Tianzhao no longer felt at ease letting her venture out alone, and of course, knowing his daughter's stubbornness and her dislike for bodyguards, he instructed them to follow discreetly, out of her sight.
