Leng Sichen's icy gaze, sharp as a blade, swept over, and Liang Qian immediately changed his tone, "Boss, rest assured, I will get it done within seven days."
Liang Qian's heart was practically bleeding. Get it done, with what was he supposed to get it done?! Ah!
At that moment, Leng Sichen leaned back in his swivel chair, his mind full of the fleeting glimpse of that figure in the flower field and the woman at the masquerade ball.
He picked up the newspaper on the desk.
The headline featured him and Gong Xianying embracing in the lavender fields, and in the not-too-distant background, one could vaguely see the blurred figure of a woman.
The photo further proved that that day hadn't been just a dream.
Seven days, even seven days were too long to wait.
He didn't care about the spectacle; he just needed to ensure that no matter where she was, she could hear of his wedding news!
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The next morning.
