So he drove straight to the bar.
As luck would have it, Fang Tong, who had just hailed a taxi at the entrance of her residential complex and was on her way to the hospital, received a call from a client who wanted to make last-minute adjustments to the wedding details.
The client and she arranged to meet at a bar.
Fang Tong always readily agreed to her clients' requests, and after hanging up the phone, she gave the driver the new address.
She originally went home to pick up a change of clothes, and also took Chen Chu's suit jacket, thinking she might have time to return it tomorrow or the day after.
So she had no choice but to take all these things to the bar first.
As the car drove along the brightly lit city streets, Fang Tong looked out the window at the neon lights and felt increasingly lonely.
That's strange.
She's been feeling a sense of silence and repression lately.
It's like losing something extremely important.
But she couldn't remember what it was.
The car stopped in front of the bar. Fang Tong paid the bill, picked up her bag and suit jacket, and got out of the car.
The name of this bar is quite interesting; it's called "Not a Bar".
Fang Tong laughed, "It's just a cheap trick."
She carried her things inside, intending to ask a waiter where there were lockers, but after searching around, she couldn't find any waiters. Instead, she spotted a familiar figure at the front desk.
The man, dressed in light-colored casual wear, sat lazily on a bar stool, holding a cocktail in his hand.
From her angle, she could see his handsome profile, his expression languid and aloof.
This is somewhat different from the gentle and elegant Chen Chu she was when facing Jian Yan...
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