"Luo Liu..." The girl couldn't help but call out his name.
Luo Liu trembled slightly, wishing he could rush back to embrace her again.
No...
You have to go.
Meimei, take care.
...
Wen Meimei walked out of the warehouse, with a lingering heaviness in her chest. She didn't know what it meant, only that she was in a terrible mood.
At this moment, a call from Xiao Nizi came from ahead, "Young Mistress, come out, the mango juice is ready, do you still want it?"
Mango juice??
Wen Meimei's interest was piqued, and she forgot all about that strange man from before. She ran off to meet Xiao Nizi.
Bu Qingqing saw her and finally relaxed, carrying a cup of mango juice over.
"Young Mistress, where did you go? I had such a hard time finding you!"
"Mango juice, mango juice..."
Wen Meimei was holding a cellphone, and with her free hand, she took the mango juice and walked off.
Bu Qingqing was puzzled; when did the Young Mistress get a cellphone?
"Young Mistress!"
