Beitang Yao placed the towel on the lounge chair and sat down at the stone table, "If she makes any moves, report back in full detail."
He wanted to see exactly what kind of unspeakable secret she had with Nancy?
"Yes." Ye Feng bowed slightly, having already taken the young master's words to heart.
Seeing that the young master had no other instructions, Ye Feng automatically retreated.
The next day, at eleven in the morning, the sunlight was a bit stifling, but Xia Qingqian was immersed in excitement, completely oblivious to the burning pain of the scorching sun on her skin.
There was still about half an hour before the flight Nancy was on would arrive. Yet, she was already standing impatiently in the waiting area, her eyes fixed on the passing crowd, as if searching for that familiar figure in the sea of faces.
Time seemed to pass so slowly, as if a century had gone by. She anxiously watched the watch on her wrist, with each passing second getting closer to her hope.
