Tokyo.
Peninsula Hotel.
Tong Dan, who actually quit her job, is cracking some seeds.
Checking the time.
The flight crew should have already flown back home.
The TV is showing a fashion show from Dongying. Dongying, despite being a magical place, has fairly normal aesthetic standards.
At least more normal than back home. The models are either sexy and alluring mature women or fresh and adorable girl-types, really tugging at the heartstrings.
That's what you call models.
Tong Dan multitasked, snacking on seeds while focusing more on Fang Qing who was on the phone.
She's so weird to be able to chat for so long, it's been almost ten minutes.
If it were her.
Hehe.
Even half a sentence is too much if the conversation isn't stimulating.
Finally.
Fang Qing put down the phone and turned away from the window.
Tong Dan immediately put down the seeds, clapped her hands, her face unabashedly showing gossipiness, "Is your relationship with her really that good?"
