"Where's Yaoyao? Is she still not up yet?"
Chen Yuan, now in a sharp suit, had shed his boyish immaturity. He saw Ningning come back from trying to wake Yaoyao and turned to ask.
Chen Yuan stood ramrod straight.
Before him was the walk-in closet's full-length mirror.
He wasn't sure if it was because he had just showered and his skin was hydrated, or because of the sudden change into a suit, but he looked exceptionally sharp at that moment.
Broad shoulders, a straight back... Although his tie was undone and hung loosely on his chest, he already had the air of a mature, elite professional.
His freshly washed hair lay flat against his forehead.
"She's gone."
Jiangg Ning's words came as a surprise to Chen Yuan.
"Gone? Gone where?" He didn't understand.
