The next afternoon, Song will leave in July, and she will leave for the airport in half an hour.

Song Xiangwan went into the room at night and saw that Song was packing up in July, almost all of them had been put away. She had already started zippering.

"Are you going to see me off and take me to the airport?" Song July rose and asked with a smile.

"I don't have the time." Song Xiangwan was indifferent.

She still laughed.'I think you've been busy lately. Has the store come down? When does the florist open?

"It's my own business. It's none of your business if you don't take...