"Miss Huan, what happened yesterday was indeed unfavorable to Miss Qing Qian. If Young Master Yao doesn't believe us, then whatever we say is in vain!" Sister Huan sighed softly, picked up a broom, and cleaned up the debris on the floor, then asked Beitang Yao, "Miss Huan, how is Young Master Yao doing in France? Is work going well?"
Beitang Huan's thoughts were in a complete mess right now, all because of her concern and anxiety for Xia Qingqian.
Xia Qingqian was her lifesaver, and it was Xia Qingqian who taught her the true meaning of humanity.
Compared to the people here, Xia Qingqian lived with more clarity and authenticity.
Beitang Yao didn't call home, nor did he call Xia Qingqian. He was surely so busy that he couldn't spare any time to make a call.
Xia Qingqian, too, was holding her phone in a daze, wanting to call but not daring to, only keeping the phone in her hand, waiting for the call from France.
But she waited and waited and still couldn't receive a call.
