Fang Ping said, "Very kind, he is a pure scientist, unrelated to any gang. I think he will like you."
"Hmm. Arrange it as soon as possible, I want to go home."
Fang Ping was taken aback.
Jian Xi had already closed her eyes, no longer speaking.
Her profile was beautiful, with a hint of sorrow. Under the light of the night, she looked so pitiable.
Home...
To people like Fang Ping, there's no such word in their dictionary.
The female warrior longs for home; why does this inexplicably hit his tear spot?
He felt a bit sympathetic towards her...
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At Villa No. 7, Yu Ling was lonely and sad.
The night was deep, yet she couldn't sleep. Recently, her insomnia had become more frequent, and her dark circles had become prominent.
Following Jian Xi to Yuancheng, besides serving as a "locator," she couldn't provide any help.
She hadn't seen Jian Xi these past few days and was really worried. However, no matter how worried she was, she couldn't just call Jian Xi casually.
