It was September, and Nanjiang was still lush with green.
The words from Yan Chi about keeping time for her echoed in Jiang Ruan's ears, settling in her heart. A warm breeze blew from who knows where, making her feel a slight heat in her heart.
Yan Building, inside the elevator
The secretary stood to the side, breaking into a cold sweat. When this female student came over, the front desk indeed called him, but he didn't expect this misunderstanding to occur. He glanced at the other two people in the elevator out of the corner of his eye.
Jiang Ruan stood diagonally behind Yan Chi, holding a bag with equipment and a box of pastries in her hand. She looked stunning and her demeanor was excellent.
