"Then I'm off." Fang Qing walked away with her notebook.
Xinhu was an international metropolis, and even late at night, the streets near the city center remained bustling.
As she exited the park, towering skyscrapers and dazzling neon lights came into view. The streets were crowded with pedestrians and vehicles, and the air of commercial prosperity permeated every corner.
Fang Qing couldn't help but feel a surge of inexplicable melancholy and sadness. Having been dead for over two years, returning to human society now always made her feel out of place in this noisy world.
After all, I'm already a dead person... Fang Qing sighed and followed her navigation to the KFC on Jiangyin Road, where she chose a corner seat to sit down.
After waiting for five or six minutes, Chen Guangxi pushed the door open and walked in. Looking around, she spotted Fang Qing in the corner.
Chen Guangxi pulled out a chair and sat down, smiling, "I knew he would send you."