"What method?"
As soon as Dan Tingye spoke, everyone turned their heads in unison to look at him, eager to hear the answer immediately.
He curled his lips slightly and spoke lightly, "You'll find out tomorrow."
"..."
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The next day.
Early in the morning, Meimei crawled out of her cozy blankets, ran her fingers through her silky long hair, turned over, got up, and changed into a set of clothes.
A simple white shirt, faded jeans, and canvas shoes. She grabbed her bag and was ready to head out.
"Buzz buzz—"
Her phone on the table suddenly rang. She turned her head to look at it, paused for a moment, and then reached out to pick it up.
Dan Tingye's magnetic voice came from the phone, "I've arranged for the driver to wait for you downstairs. Let's have breakfast together before we leave."
"Okay." Meimei responded obediently before hanging up the phone. She turned her head to look at the "home" she hadn't returned to in many years, her eyes growing slightly sad.
