Luo Xiaolang was waiting for her.
As Song Zhizhi was packing her stuff, she said, “During group activities over the next few days, you can just hang in the back. Don’t worry about what others might say.”
“I never cared about how other people view me.” Luo Xiaolang responded honestly.
Song Zhizhi liked this straightforwardness about Luo Xiaolang.
“I’m going to take a shower and get some sleep, then when I wake up, I’ll take you out for a feast.” Song Zhizhi stretched lazily. Her tiredness from a full day of flight was not ordinary.
“I’m a vegetarian.” Luo Xiaolang said earnestly.
He always took his self-identity seriously.
“A vegetarian feast.” Song Zhizhi added.
“Okay.”
Song Zhizhi picked up her pajamas and went to the bathroom.
She needed to be very careful every step of the way!
Meanwhile, it wasn’t just her who needed to be very careful.
It was also Xin Zaozao.
Monday.
Xin Zaozao went to Xin Group.
She could not put it off any longer.
Even though she had never faced it, she had to now.
She, along with Nie Feng, entered her father’s office.
Everything remained the same, as if it stood still in time since her father’s death.
She had never been to this office before. Her father’s seat felt strange and even oppressive.
She glanced at a conspicuous picture frame on her father’s desk. It was a wedding photo of her father and Wan Quan. Her father looked very happily immersed in the moment.