The van drove smoothly on the road, and Lan Jinyao leaned against the window as she watched the scenery blurring past outside. All along, a faint smile was plastered on her lips. Although it was very faint, anyone could see that she was happy at this moment.

Xiaolin asked her, “Sis Meimei, do you miss President Fu so much that you wish you could fly home to see him?”

Lan Jinyao didn’t avoid admitting what she was feeling and nodded, “Yes! I miss him very ...