Love Is Really Like Sand, It Slips From Your Hands

Not only did Shi Qian start school normally, but she also attended classes normally. Instead, it felt abnormal.

However, after a few days of school, everyone got used to it.

After two classes, Shi Qian dialed Xiao Yan's number.

"Sister Yan, I can go over. Are you done?"

"I'll pick you up immediately. Give me a moment."

"Okay."

Shi Qian walked out of the school and waited for Xiao Yan.

In less than half an hour, Xiao Yan stopped the car in front of Shi Qian.

"Get in the car."

Shi Qian got into the car and Xiao Yan drove in the direction of the office building.

This office building was on the twenty-first floor. The entire floor was about three hundred square meters. The front desk, lounge, and public office area were very well designed.

Shi Qian saw that the environment was better than it looked in the photos.