Dinner was just as Yao Ziyan had said: hotpot and barbecue.
The hall was bustling with excitement, almost like a festival.
Not only the customers, but the staff of Snow Maple Pavilion also joined in.
Luo Chuan and the others were about to leave. No one knew when they would have another chance to meet.
"Didn't Ji Wuhui say he wanted to build a transportation network? By then, the entire Tianxing Empire will be connected."
"Maybe ordinary people will be able to travel between Qichuan and Jiuyao City in a single day."
"A day is far too exaggerated. A few days would be within the normal range..."
Everyone began arguing over the future of the Tianxing Empire, while the air was filled with the scent of food.
Luo Chuan was not particularly interested. He stared absentmindedly out the window, taking small sips of Cola from his cup.
Countless bubbles clung to the transparent walls of the cup. They continuously rose, then burst on the surface, scattering tiny, inconspicuous droplets.
The night was dark and overcast, and a fierce wind was blowing. Soon, raindrops began to fall, covering the entire window within seconds and making dull pattering sounds.
It had been a long time since it had rained, as though it were declaring the end of the Month of Cold Winter.
"It's raining. The weather was quite nice during the day." Gu Yunxi glanced out the window. "Boss, when are we going back?"
"Tomorrow, I guess." Luo Chuan thought for a moment. "Today would work too."
"Then tomorrow." Gu Yunxi hurriedly said. "I still wanted to have some more fun here."
"Didn't Lingyun Academy go on break?" Yao Ziyan casually asked.
"Ah, I've been following the boss around for so long that I actually forgot about that." Gu Yunxi looked as