She winked slyly, "I need to make a surprise visit to see if he's up to no good behind my back."
"Ha, Miss Yan, you can rest assured a thousand times. Mr. Wan is so good to you, how could he possibly be up to no good?"
She mused, indeed, that guy surely wouldn't do anything bad.
Even Zhang Chuchu was chased away, what's he going to do then?
There's still some basic trust in him.
It's just, the eagerness to return home is overwhelming.
She always feels empty and restless, unable to stay put.
Perhaps now that her travel plans are set, her heart is settled, and her cold quickly improved. The luggage had long been packed; she checked again, bringing only the essentials, not much, since the house is in her name and she's not planning to sell it off—she might come back to stay for short periods.
Just then, the phone rang.
She looked, it was Xu Xiaoya.
"Xixi, I called you yesterday, but no one answered..."
She chuckled softly and whispered, "Xiaoya, I'm flying back tomorrow..."
