Qingqing drove home alone and fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed.
Waking up an hour later, she lay in bed staring at the ceiling, glanced at her watch—it had been 72 hours in total, leaving 68 hours remaining—and then dug out that map from her coat beside the bed. How could she get the necklace from around his neck?
In fact, the task was both difficult and simple. Qingqing crumpled the paper in her hand, thinking this to herself, then dialed Zun Zun's number, only to receive a provocative smile from him: "Want to see me? Sorry, I've been busy recently, no meeting."
Qingqing jolted upright, "Brother Zun, what are you busy with?"
"No matter what I'm busy with, if you want something from me, Qingqing..." he called her name, his voice neither loud nor soft, "do you think I'll give you the chance?"
