Su Anle came out of the translation institute, and Sheng Jianan was already waiting at the door. In the sunlight, the man's face appeared even more handsome and striking.
Su Anle walked up to him, and Sheng Jianan smoothly took the large box she was holding: "All done?"
"Yes, we can book the flight back to B City for tomorrow."
Sheng Jianan didn't speak, he just held the box and slowly walked towards the car.
It wasn't until the evening that Sheng Jianan told Su Anle he had booked the flight for two days later, because he had things to handle in the next couple of days.
Su Anle didn't think much of it, assuming it was probably something to do with the Shengshi Group.
The next day, Sheng Jianan got up early, moving silently so as not to wake Su Anle. By the time Su Anle woke up, the house was already devoid of Sheng Jianan's presence. It wasn't until late afternoon that Sheng Jianan returned with two paper bags in hand.
