"Young Master Lin, you mentioned going on a vacation last time, when exactly are we going?"
Lin Mubai suddenly remembered this matter, and a thought flashed through his mind, making his voice more urgent: "Let's go this Sunday. After we get back, it'll be just in time for the Nanqi Group's annual meeting, and then it'll be New Year." Thinking about New Year, Lin Mubai suddenly felt a faint sense of anticipation; it seemed like it would be the first New Year he spent together with that little woman.
Reflecting on the days they had spent together recently, he suddenly felt that there was a saying that made a lot of sense.
'Some people's feelings aren't determined by the length of time, and some encounters aren't about how long they last either. We just meet the right person at the right time.'
Just like him, all those years of waiting were for An Nan's arrival.
After hanging up Han Xiayang's call, Lin Mubai didn't know why his mood improved significantly.
