Jiang Shuyao had never been so patient before, having dealt with that jerk all night but still unable to extract from him how the painting had come about.
This matter was like a stone lodged in her chest, making it uncomfortable even to sleep soundly.
At eleven o'clock at night, after Jiang Shuyao had finished washing up and gotten into bed, she had just turned on her phone when Tang Xing sent her a video link.
"Ah, Yaoyao, Qingcheng Mountain's Ice and Snow City has finally opened, how about we go have fun this weekend?"
"My cousin went there last week and said that the skiing competition at the mountain's summit was incredibly thrilling. I heard there are a few more events coming up, but we need to grab tickets first. Once you confirm, I'll start grabbing them!"
A series of emojis then popped up on the screen, dazzling Jiang Shuyao.
She generally wasn't interested in amusement parks, but seeing her desk mate so excited, out of curiosity, she casually clicked on the video.