Gu Jiangnian that day, lied to Yu Se, saying he was busy with work, and took a charter flight to the Capital.
Was he really swamped with work?
Not necessarily.
As the airplane touched down at Capital Airport, the incessant anticipation that had built up dissipated by more than half. It was an eagerness, an eagerness to see Jiang Muwan.
An eagerness to find out how the little shrew was doing.
From the airport to the hotel, all he could think about were various ways to lure the little shrew out, and after luring her out, how to make her stay the night, and so on. He pondered these problems all the way.
To say that Gu Jiangnian respected Jiang Muwan was no lie.
He knew that Song Rong had a lot on her plate, and previously had even been stationed in the Northwest to conduct research; mother and daughter might not see each other for a year and a half, and they rarely even made phone calls. He thought the two must have no end of things to talk about.
