Until a voice came from behind, "Duan Fei?"
Duan Fei turned her head.
It was a male colleague from the department who smiled and asked, "Why aren't you going in? What are you daydreaming about here?"
"It's nothing." Duan Fei nodded and quickly walked inside.
So much so that she was somewhat restless throughout the workday.
When going to the canteen for lunch, she even instinctively looked around but ended up not seeing Cheng Fang or Dong Zhi.
And just like that, the day went by until it was time to leave work.
Just as Duan Fei stepped out of the Cultural Center, her phone rang.
"Miss Duan, this is Dong Zhi, there's some traffic congestion. Please wait a moment, I will arrive soon."
"Oh."
Duan Fei put down her phone, her eyebrows furrowed.
When the car arrived, she got in and couldn't help asking, "Where's Rong Moyong?"
"The Third Master has an engagement this evening, so he asked me to pick you up after work."
Duan Fei: "Oh."
