Qiao Xiguan looked at Gu Zijun's appearance, sneered sarcastically, and said, "Don't worry, I'll have Minglu visit more often. I'm not that selfish."
Gu Zijun looked at Qiao Xiguan.
Qiao Xiguan had already turned around and left.
Time, it seems, is indeed real and unable to change many entrenched estrangements.
The charity event came to an end.
Qiao Xiguan, feeling somewhat exhausted, took a car home.
Sometimes, she would also ask herself, why be so busy?!
Now that it has come to this point, she doesn't really need to be so desperately socializing.
She leaned against the car door, gazing wistfully at the Shanghai nightscape.
Past midnight, the streets had become much quieter, yet the night's elegance remained.
How many people's joys and sorrows are hidden beneath the glamour of this sparkling city of Shanghai?!
She rubbed her aching temples, wondering whether she should give herself a proper long break?!
The car arrived at the villa.
