Zhuang Yibo did not use the car prepared by Xu Yanqing.

She carried her piano box and left the hotel and walked along the road. When she met a bus stop, there happened to be a bus stop, so Zhuang Yibo got on the bus.

At this time, there were still many people on the bus. Zhuang Yibo did not find a seat. He stood in the aisle with his piano in his arms, staring at the blurry night outside the window in a daze.

Until someone patted her on the shoulder, handed her a tissue, and asked her in a low voice: "Sister, are you okay?"

Zhuang Yibo suddenly came to his senses and realized that at some point, he had already burst into tears.

She took the tissue, looked at the middle school girl who handed it to her, and said softly: "Thank you."

She lowered her head, wiped away her tears silently, held the wet tissue in her palm, and looked out the car window again, she couldn't help laughing at herself.

What is she crying?

It was just that he saw the person in the crowd and just glanced at him. The person didn't notice her at all, or even if he noticed it, he just pretended not to see it.

Nothing happened, but it was clearly the ending she wanted, so what was there to cry about?

After several buses, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening when Zhuang Yibo returned to his residence.

After all the night, she was already exhausted. She put down the piano, took a shower without taking off her makeup, and she fell on the bed without even changing her clothes.

The next morning, Zhuang Yibo was woken up by the phone ringing.

She was sleepy and grabbed her phone and saw a strange number. She was stunned for a while, but she still picked it up, "Hey?"

"Miss Zhuang, hello, I am Xu Yanqing."

Zhuang Yibo couldn't help but be stunned for a while before he realized, "Ah, Mr. Xu."

"Sorry, did I disturb you?" Xu Yanqing said, "I forgot to take your skirt away yesterday. I have asked someone to dry clean it. Can I send it to your registered address?"

Zhuang Yibo hurriedly said, "No need to bother Mr. Xu, I will go to the hotel to pick it up."

"No trouble," said Xu Yanqing, "I happened to be nearby. In just two days, there will be an event in the Chamber of Commerce. I want to invite Ms. Zhuang to perform. I hope I can have an interview with you. I wonder if you are inconvenient?"

"I..." Zhuang Yibo looked down at himself, paused for a while before finally saying, "That might be a problem for Mr. Xu to wait for a while."

After hanging up the phone, she quickly got up, walked into the bathroom and began to organize herself.

Xu Yanqing's car stopped downstairs of Zhuang Yibo for nearly half an hour before seeing Zhuang Yibo walk out of the apartment.

He thought that Zhuang Yibo had just gotten up and had to wash and dress up before going downstairs, but he didn't expect that she had a plain face facing the sky, wearing a simple shirt and jeans, and her slightly pale face was not even bloody, let alone dressing up.

Xu Yanqing pushed the door and got out of the car and handed her the bag containing her skirt.

"Please trouble Mr. Xu." Zhuang Yibo took the bag, "I'm really embarrassed."

Xu Yanqing smiled slightly, "It's because I'm embarrassed, I'm abrupt. Regarding the chamber of commerce performance I mentioned earlier, if I'm interested, Ms. Zhuang can contact my secretary at any time."

"Sorry, Mr. Xu." Zhuang Yibo said straightforwardly, "I have been busy all the time next time. Thank you for your kindness. I probably don't have time to participate in the performance you mentioned."
Chapter completed!