Jiang Yiren lay on the bed, her small head poking out, staring at the pitch-black ceiling with wide eyes.
Her father's words still echoed in her ears.
She liked Song Guanchao and wanted to date him, go out and eat delicious food together, travel together, just like an ordinary girl without thinking about complicated things.
Her father talked about reality, analyzing the pros and cons, revealing all the negative information she had overlooked in a bloody dissection.
Jiang Yiren was in a bit of a bad mood, feeling down and couldn't cheer up.
...
"Strange."
Song Guanchao leaned against the head of the bed, muttering as he looked at his phone.
He had made so many calls in the morning, and even sent a message to Chairman Qiao, but it had been so long, and there was still no reply.
"Did she really back out?" Song Guanchao smacked his lips.
In the company they signed from Pinghai this time, Chairman Qiao's company was among the bigger ones, with great potential.
