Jiangdu, airport.
Chonghui carrying a suitcase, looking longingly at Nan Zhubin.
Weng Pinting stood to the side with her arms crossed, blinking her eyes.
She glanced at Chonghui, then at Nan Zhubin, momentarily feeling like an outsider.
Clearly, the muscular guy about to leave is the junior brother who has been with her day and night for several years.
Why does it seem now that his relationship with the newly met junior brother is better?
Less than two months of interaction surpassing years of collaboration?
"Junior brother, I didn't expect time to pass so fast." Chonghui's tone was wistful, "Just arrived in Jiangdu not too long ago, and now I'm leaving."
Looking at the senior brother whose temperament suddenly became artistic.
Nan Zhubin gave a polite and apologetic smile: "Actually, this should have ended long ago, and I'm also at fault for going to do consultation, unable to help the senior brother at work."
