Looking at the familiar streetscapes flashing by, Jiang Shuyao had already silently guessed where he was taking her.
Technology Park.
The place where three youths' startup met its premature end two years ago.
Taking the elevator to the ninth floor, she quietly followed behind Pei Yan without wanting to disturb this peaceful moment because she knew the scene she was about to see would plunge her into various questions and surprises.
It was still the same office. Pushing open the glass double doors, what greeted her eyes were four black characters on the front desk's background wall: Xiyao Technology.
Jiang Shuyao paused slightly, her gaze lingering on those four characters for a while before finally breathing a sigh of relief after confirming them again and again.
Thankfully, it wasn't "Shuyao."
Her reaction was caught by Pei Yan, unexpectedly giving him a sense of having narrowly survived a disaster.
