Chiang Xiao stood in front of the desk, looked at her work, felt there was no problem, and then put it away.
For the past two or three days, she hadn't gone anywhere, just stayed at home painting peacefully.
Of course, there were quite a few phone calls.
Many people called to check on her, and she also heard various exciting stories from Liu Guoying, Wang Yi, and others over these two or three days.
As well as their assistance to her.
All these people told her that they hadn't done much, just followed Meng Xinian's arrangements, which were no trouble for them.
Chiang Xiao naturally remembered them one by one in her heart.
She hadn't realized she had inadvertently made so many friends. Young friends, old friends, all ages differing, but indeed all warming her heart.
And the man she wanted to hug tightly had already returned to City M as planned.
"Little, Xinian's calling."
