Lucy Ansley was completely unaware of the mood similar to that of a jilted woman in a deep boudoir as she arrived at Zenith Tower.
As a landmark building in the CBD district, the LED screen at the top of the tower was displaying Qixi Festival greetings and various merchant events for the festival in rolling text.
Lucy got out of the car, looked at the ubiquitous Qixi Festival atmosphere, and pulled out her phone to call Henry Ronan.
Before she dialed the number, a shadow loomed over her from the diagonal rear.
Instinctively, she glanced up with an expression of slight daze.
"Not afraid of getting sunburned standing here?"
Henry Ronan stood against the light in front of her, with the blazing sun behind him, enveloping him in an aura, mesmerizingly handsome.
Lucy put away her phone, clutching his hand immediately, hurriedly saying in a tone of loyalty, "I'm not streaming today, if you're busy this afternoon, I can accompany you to work overtime."
