The night when summer just arrived was wonderful. The sky was littered with stars, and the night breeze carried the fragrance of flowers. Lin Qian stood by the window and could see that under the bare wooden frame, there were several grape seedlings growing in the wind; the small fruits were supported by large green leaves, making them look delicate and cute.
When would they be able to grow bigger and mature?
Lin Qian remained silent for a while by the window, then took out her phone and gave Lin Mochen a call.
They had not contacted each other for a rather long time. Ever since she began traveling on behalf of Aito, it was as if Lin Mochen had also disappeared without a trace.
Actually, whether or not she called made no difference. He was clear about what would happen next and just like Li Zhicheng, everything was within his control.
