On the last workday of the year, Jiang Jinyue slung her small bag over her shoulder and walked into the office building with a light, brisk step. The thought of seeing Lu Chenhuai in Yancheng very soon put her in a wonderful mood.
"Bocong, you’re still here?"
Yan Bocong’s hometown was quite far away, so whenever there was a long holiday, he would leave two days early to avoid the peak travel rush. He had just finished a phone call and was walking in from the stairwell.
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