She had intended to go directly to Qin Jiangsheng with the penal code in hand.
But she realized she didn't have his contact information, for he forbid others to add her contact, yet she never brought it up herself.
He knew that she had blacklisted him for over two years, never lifting the ban.
He seemed to have become very busy recently; these past few days, Qu Rong had sent her some things: food, household items, clothing, everything.
All of which she had thrown into the trash can.
Ji Tian stood on the curb, lost in thought for a while, wondering if he would be at the Qin Company headquarters. Perhaps she should unblock his contact information.
Then, on second thoughts, she reminded herself that she had agreed not to care about him anymore. Why bother going to him with the penal code?
In just that brief moment, her side was surrounded by a group of non-mainstream punks with dyed yellow hair.
Each one puffing smoke and giving her lecherous looks as they circled around her.
