Wei Anning pointed at herself in surprise, "Me?"
Leng Youchen's expression remained unchanged as he said, "The flight is at 2:30 this afternoon. Please make sure to arrive at the airport on time."
Wei Anning glanced at her watch. It was 8:40 in the morning now, and she had to leave by 2:30 in the afternoon, which meant she needed to go home and pack immediately. In truth, what mattered most wasn't packing—it was the question of why it had to be her.
"Hey..." Wei Anning was about to ask for clarification, but Leng Youchen gave her no opportunity to speak and turned away. Wei Anning stared at his cold, retreating figure. What was she, a ghost? Was there really any need for him to look so desperate to escape, as if he couldn't stand to be around her for even a second?
