Yang Fei and Lin Xueyi were discussing when Zhang Lifang rushed down anxiously.
"President Su is packing her bags. She said she's preparing to leave the Lanting Hotel."
Yang Fei and Lin Xueyi were both taken aback.
Both of them stood up.
Lin Xueyi's eyes reddened again.
"They will definitely not let her go, how could she leave?"
For some reason, upon hearing that Su Yinxue was leaving,
a hard-to-describe feeling surged in Yang Fei's heart.
Reluctance, heartache, and a bit of anger.
He strode upstairs.
Su Yinxue's luggage was not much; everything was packed in one suitcase.
Her room was tidy and neat.
On the windowsill, the perfume lilies exuded strands of fragrance.
On the wall, there was Su Yinxue's time-table.
It was clear that Su Yinxue really liked this little haven.
She treated it as her own home.
However, now, she had to leave.
When Yang Fei entered the room, Su Yinxue smiled faintly.
"I knew you would come."