Chenxing didn't bother to change her clothes; she was still in her loungewear, clutching her phone as she headed out the door.
The butler hurried after her, "Young Mistress, where are you going?"
"The airport." Chenxing said, already making her way to the garage. She got into her small car, rolled down the window as she passed by the butler, and carefully instructed, "Butler, please keep an eye on Zun Zun. When he wakes up, give him some porridge."
"Young Mistress, what are you going to do at the airport? Where are you going?"
Chenxing shook her head, "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to the airport to pick up Shaocheng."
Then, the maroon small car sped off.
Chenxing's heart was uneasy, clinging to a glimmer of hope as she raced down the road. Did Shaocheng not achieve his goals in the end? If he had become the president, wouldn't he have called her immediately to share the good news?
