Qiao Group.
Qiao Chengxun stood under the glass wall, holding his phone silently, reluctant to move it away from his ear.
He had clearly heard the sound of the phone hanging up, but he still couldn't believe it, as if he were dreaming. Was that call just an illusion?
Was Meimei really coming to see him?
Had she forgiven him?
Qiao Chengxun felt a lack of confidence and didn't dare to call her back, so he had no choice but to send a message to Bu Qingqing to inquire about the situation.
Chengxun: Is Meimei coming to see me?
Bu Qingqing: Yes, the young madam has already left the house.
Chengxun: She's left?
Bu Qingqing: Young Master, I'm not lying to you. The young madam really has left, and I'm preparing to follow her.
Chengxun: Be safe.
Bu Qingqing: Mm-Hmm!
Qiao Chengxun put down his phone, his thin lips curving into a wicked, shallow smile. He was delighted like a teenager who had just entered adolescence, his heart rippling with waves.