That night, Jiang Shuyao had a very long dream.
She dreamt about her second year in Qi Middle School, during a physics competition where she almost arrived late because she forgot to set an alarm. In her rush to the exam hall, she realized she had forgotten to bring a pencil. Sitting next to her was a fair-faced boy who, seeing her plight, kindly handed over a spare pencil from his pencil case.
The morning breeze was gentle that day, and the boy's smile was tranquil and warm.
The meeting with Lu Chen was scheduled for nine o'clock in the morning, in the Xinyuan conference room.
Jiang Shuyao stood in front of the wardrobe, carefully buttoning up Pei Yan's shirt, "I don't think I've ever seen you wear formal attire. Should we find time to buy you a few sets?"
"There's no rush, I don't need them right now."
"When will you need them?"
Pei Yan's lips curled into a smile, "Probably soon. Once I settle the HT matter, I will go talk to your dad."
Talk—
