Shen Qingqing returned to the dormitory and first changed into loose, comfortable clothes.
Then she made herself a cup of hot tea, walked to the window, and glanced outside—the conspicuous jeep was still parked downstairs.
Jiang Zhixun hadn't gotten out of the car.
Through the car window, she could make out the faint outline of his profile.
Shen Qingqing didn't care to wonder what he was thinking.
If it weren't for the bond their elders represented, their connection would have been severed long ago.
Her hand tightened on the curtain as she started regretting spending Jiang Zhixun's money when she was in Britain.
Back then, she had thought too simply.
She believed that she would just pay him back after returning home. After all, wiring the money back would've been a hassle.
It seemed better to use it and repay him after earning some money in the country...
