Qiao Nian looked at the date and narrowed her eyes.
October 18th.
It wasn't the 19th.
She put the phone back to her ear. There seemed to be a flickering light in her eyes. Half of her face was hidden in the sunlight, and her emotions could not be seen. "Didn't you say that you would be back on the 19th?"
A light chuckle came from the other end of the call. It was sweet and charming. "I stayed up all night last night and finished my work in advance, so I came back early."
Qiao Nian looked away uncomfortably. Then, she remembered that a certain someone was only on the phone and wasn't there.
She calmed down again and asked, "You're at the airport?"
Qiao Nian had just taken a shower when Jiang Li called her, saying that He Congming had come to the hospital, so she rushed over without bringing anything.
She only had her phone with her.
She looked at the cars on the road and started walking.
