Two months later, at the London Airport, Wang Xiaoxiao came to say goodbye to Pan Xichen with tears streaming down his face.
"Xichen, okay, why did you say you would just go back to China? Didn't you agree before? We want to live together in London and catch a handsome and rich man. Why did you suddenly change your mind now?"
"Xiaoxiao, I don't want to either." Pan Xichen smiled slightly, and then said, "But I really have to go back this time."
"Did something happen to your family?" Wang Xiaoxiao seemed to still not give up asking for the reason.
"Don't ask. Anyway, even if you know, you can't help me." She said and looked at the time. "It's almost time. I'm leaving. You are alone in London, so take care of yourself."
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"Yes, I understand." Wang Xiaoxiao nodded heavily.
During the three years of studying in the UK, she had already become accustomed to being with Pan Xichen. Now that Xichen was leaving, of course she couldn't bear to leave.
However, even if you are reluctant to give up, there is really no other way.
This time Xichen had no choice but to leave. Even if she wanted to stay, she couldn't.
After Pan Xichen and Wang Xiaoxiao said goodbye reluctantly, they boarded the plane back home alone.
Sitting on the plane, she looked in the direction of the airport hall and thought to herself: Xiaoxiao, I'm sorry. I really can't tell you that I had to return to China because I was pregnant with the child. After all, I was alone in London with my child.
Life is really too tiring.
Coincidentally, it was also on this day that Jack came to the office of President Nocati with the information of all the Chinese waiters on that day.
"Boss, this is the waiter information you want."
"Well, put it on the table."
Fred replied while looking at the document in his hand.
"Boss, I don't know what you want this information for?"
After Fred put down his things, he did not turn around and leave directly. Instead, he asked curiously.
"Why do you have so many questions today?"
Fred obviously didn't want to answer.
When Jack saw this, he had no choice but to turn around and leave.
Just as he left, Fred quickly picked up the pile of documents and looked through them one by one.
There were five Chinese waiters in total that day.
Among them, three men and two women.
When the photo with a fresh smile on his face came into view, he felt as if his heart suddenly beat several times faster.
"Pan Xichen, 21 years old, currently lives in..."
He read Pan Xichen's detailed information in his mouth, then put the information on the table with a flick of his finger. He picked up his mobile phone and car keys and strode out of the office door.
