Lin Chuchen.
Her heart skipped a beat when she thought of this person.
Some things and some people would eventually be washed away by time and completely forgotten.
She quickly washed up, changed into the professional package, put on light makeup, and went downstairs.
After eating Wang Zhong’s breakfast, she took Qin Ao’s car to the company.
Qin Ao’s face was tense.
He was probably still brooding over the hand-made doll that Lu Man Man had given him.
Lu Man Man’s gaze was still on the streets of Wen City. She had lived in this place for decades, and she always felt that every blade of grass and every tree was familiar with even the dust. However, for some reason, she suddenly felt a sense of strangeness.
She adjusted her overly sentimental emotions and looked up at the building of the Lu Corporation building.
She took a deep breath.
She got out of the car.
She still appeared in the lobby with her head held high and chest puffed out.
