Landed in Beijing.
Shen Jing looked back at the private jet.
It seemed like a chance meeting between drifting wanderers.
He was always like this, taking care of her every now and then. It was as if whatever she said had no effect on Zhou Luchen; he would do whatever he wanted.
Whether they were together or apart, he always held the reins of control.
He had sent her back to the country, acting entirely as he pleased.
Only when Xing Fei grabbed her arm did Shen Jing pull her gaze away, not wanting to think about it.
"Missing him? Weren't you quite cheerful on the plane just now?"
Shen Jing's spirits drooped. "He took my things."
"He should have. You smoke too much." Xing Fei pinched her nose. "Come on, no more wild thoughts now that you're back. Look, he even had a private jet send you back."
"I wasn't thinking about him," Shen Jing said.
Later on, she didn't even have the time to think. She was busy.
