The night swiftly enveloped the city. The Hilton Hotel at the center was adorned with neon lights, the floor-to-ceiling windows reflecting the beautiful nighttime scenery of the city.
Qianning stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the traffic below, holding her cellphone, her lips slightly pursed as she said to Beigong Cang on the phone, "Cang, take a look, this place is not any kind of home at all. I think I should go back tomorrow." Qianning had spent over ten minutes recounting everything she had witnessed and heard at the Tang Family to Cang.
"Sure, come back. Lele and I both miss you. Today, Lele even asked about you," Beigong Cang said.
"Okay, then I'll book a flight ticket in a bit. I don't even know if there'll be any planes back tomorrow. If not, I'll take the train. Anyway, I just don't want to stay here any longer."
"Mm, have you eaten yet?" Beigong Cang asked.