Jiang Cheng had no idea about Shen Que's thoughts, nor had she ever thought about it.
After leaving the hotel, she slept all the way to the guesthouse affiliated with the provincial theater company.
Upon arrival, Factory Director Fang was somewhat reluctant to wake her.
But as soon as the car stopped, Jiang Cheng woke up on her own.
"Factory Director Fang, are we here?"
Factory Director Fang responded with a nod, speaking with the concern of a father: "Wait a little before getting out, don't get blown by the wind right after waking up and get sick again."
Jiang Cheng yawned, stretched her arms, rubbed her face, and quickly became alert.
"Factory Director Fang, I'm heading down now. I'll visit you again when I return to S City."
Factory Director Fang looked at Jiang. Gold Plated. Cheng with concern.
"Alright, alright, by the way, do you have enough money? Got a ticket? I have a ticket here you can take, and if anything happens, call me, okay?"
