351 times back to Beicheng! Who does Xingjiang District belong to?

The afternoon sun was dazzling, casting its glow on the young girl's radiant yet languid face.

In her hand, she held a speech draft given by the school, tapping it absentmindedly against her palm.

The breeze gently lifted her skirt, hiding the golden patterns in a cloak of gentle yet enchanting mystery. She sighed in resignation, "Fine, as long as you're happy."

From the driver's seat, Ming Dongheng didn't dare let his gaze wander and pretended to be invisible.

Not far away, a tourist group was approaching.

Jiang Fulai held a straw between his slender fingers, his eyes downcast, his aura less captivating than usual, somewhat gloomy as he leisurely opened his milk tea.

He passed it over, "Senior, here's your Cherry Fruit Tea."

Ming Dongheng got into the driver's seat and started the car.

Not far off.

The principal, together with Lu Lingxi and a group, were heading towards the administrative office.