Qiao Jiusheng suddenly felt that she was cruel.
She turned around and dragged her luggage back.
Fang Yusheng's blurry vision saw a figure growing bigger and bigger.
"Well, I've never attended New York's Fashion Week before. Since I'm here, I'll stay and take a look. Going back and forth is quite a waste of plane tickets," Qiao Jiusheng stammered. "Right now, although I have money, I can't use it recklessly. D-Do you think so?"
Suddenly, Fang Yusheng's heart raced.
The New York Fashion Week was 44 days away. By then, it would be the fifth day of the Chinese New Year and his eyes should be healed.
Fang Yusheng reached out and hugged Qiao Jiusheng.
"You stayed behind on your own accord." You stayed and gave me hope. Never think of leaving again.
Qiao Jiusheng's bones ached due to Fang Yusheng's hug.
Qi Bufan stood aside, his eyes filled with relief.
