"Lin Fan!"
When Lin Fan's car stopped at the gates of Medicine King House,
The voice that reached his ears instinctively made him look up.
But he realized that Qi Qi, who once ran to him like a butterfly, was nowhere to be seen.
And that call he just heard was only a hallucination.
"Ah, damn this parting."
Lin Fan sighed and didn't know what had gotten into him.
Lately, farewells had been coming far too quickly.
Shangguan Min Yue, Lu Feifei, Li Qiqi, Ni Chang...
As familiar faces vanished one after another, he couldn't help but lament the unpredictability of life.
"What are you daydreaming about? Everyone's waiting for you."
Just as Lin Fan was feeling sentimental, the provocatively dressed Zhao Jiaqi came out of the courtyard.
As she looked at Lin Fan standing there in a daze, her gaze fell on the shoebox in his hand.
"Don't tell me that's the so-called substitute you're talking about?"
"What's wrong with it?"
Lin Fan casually tossed the shoebox to Zhao Jiaqi.
