559 Would Her Hand Recover? (9)

Walking out of the villa, Qiao Lian felt touched by that last scene with Su Penghao's reddened eyes.

This group of passionate youths reminded her of herself eight years ago.

At that time, she had been just like them, passionate and on fire. But ultimately, they had had to succumb to the harsh reality.

Now, her only hope was that their journey on this road towards their dreams and aspirations would be smooth and without bumps.

As she sat in the cab on the way to the airport, her cell phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar number.

Qiao Lian picked up the call. Ancestor White Bones' voice came over the line, "Coach Qiao."

Ancestor White Bones was normally a quiet person, who seemed to be perpetually under great pressure.

At this moment, there was a certain perplexity in her voice as she spoke.

Qiao Lian said immediately, "It's me. What's up?"