Ruan Yiyi came this time for business matters, flying back and forth has become a routine for her, it's just been several months since she last came to Beijing.
During this period, everything in Beijing seems unchanged, yet it has somehow changed.
Some people are no longer here.
A warm breath lightly escaped from her red lips as she exited the airport, gazing at the snowy white Beijing, she pulled the belt at her waist of her trench coat with her black leather-gloved hand, and in the next second, bent down and got into the car.
The driver retrieved his hand from the car door frame and quickly got in and drove away.
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"You really didn't come because of him?"
On the leather sofa, Jiang Cheng sat back with a cup of steaming good raw pu-er in his hand.
Opposite, Ruan Yiyi's expression remained calm: "He's still in Hong Kong, our people are still looking for him, how could it be because of him?"
The body hasn't even been found.
Ruan Yiyi lightly pressed her lips.
