"Brother Cheng, thank you! I will definitely work hard, and I will come back with the trophy to see you!"
After speaking, she ran a few more steps, turned around again, and waved vigorously.
The hem of her skirt fluttered, and her long hair gently brushed, like a butterfly poised to take flight in the morning light.
Fang Cheng stood at the entrance of the stairs, watching the youthful figure fade into the distance, a smile unconsciously tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Returning to the ninth floor, he opened the door to his home.
The aroma of breakfast had long filled the room.
Li Biyun was carrying a steaming pot of millet porridge out of the kitchen. Seeing Fang Cheng changing his shoes at the entrance, she asked with some confusion:
"Chengcheng, you just got back, and now you're rushing out again, what's going on?"
"Oh, I just remembered I left something in the car, so I went down to get it."
