The next evening.
Qiao Jing had just returned home from work when she saw the suitcase she'd left in her room last night back in the living room.
She sighed helplessly, searching for Zhan Qipei's figure around the house.
It was just a suitcase, and that damn man almost carried it to An City for her.
Qiao Jing looked around the house but couldn't find Zhan Qipei anywhere.
However, before she left for work in the morning, Zhan Qipei had clearly told her he would leave around this time, but now that she was home, the man was nowhere to be seen.
Determined to enjoy the hot springs, she had rushed through her work today, and if that damn man was going to stand her up, she definitely wouldn't go out with him again.
While she was thinking this, her phone suddenly rang.
She picked it up and saw that it was a call from Zhan Qipei, quickly tapping to answer.
"I'm home."
