"Sister Fang Qing!"
There is still a distinction between the close and the distant.
With Fang Qing, the couple didn't show much more enthusiasm, but the sense of sincerity was evident.
It was to be expected.
After all, "the joy of first sight" is not as good as "never tired of long company."
"Xue Ling."
Fang Qing got out of the car, nodded with a smile, and closed the door. She had met Duan Xueying before.
"Sister Fang Qing drove here from Sha City alone?"
Hong Xiaoyu asked tentatively.
"Yes."
Fang Qing shoved her hands into the pockets of her down jacket, relaxed and laid-back. Her down jacket wasn't just long, it was also broader than Li Shuru's cloak-style coat. Except for the slightly off beige color, on her, it looked like a... plump penguin.
"Sister Fang Qing changed her style again?"
Hong Xiaoyu teased.
