In December, Beijing has entered the depths of winter. Although it has not snowed, passers-by are in a hurry, as if walking faster can resist the cold. At the entrance of the Capital Airport, a woman in her twenties walked out of the exit pulling a blue striped suitcase. She wore a brown peaked cap on her head. Her fair skin became paler due to the cold. Perhaps because the temperature was too low, she kept her lips pursed, and there were two faint dimples on her face, making her look slightly childish. She wore a black cotton leather jacket and gray washed jeans. A pair of yellow casual leather shoes. Considering the weather in Beijing, I really don't wear enough clothes.
While pulling on the collar of her jacket, she took out her phone from her jacket pocket, found Mr. Liao in her address book, and dialed. The other party answered the call after a few calls. "Hello... Dad, it's Liao An, yes I got off the plane... Well, I know, you can talk about business in peace, I can find a hotel, well, okay, I don't need to rest, I can go to the company to work tomorrow. Okay, thank you, dad, see you tomorrow." After hanging up the phone, Liao An smiled coldly. He had no intention of letting him pick him up. He must not have the time to pick up this unloved daughter, but he was just saying polite words. . .