Lin Yi knocked on the door, and some footsteps sounded a while later, followed by Tang Yin’s voice. “Who is it?”
“It’s me……” Lin Yi said.
A clear silence ensued for a while before the door opened with a creak. Tang Yin poked her pretty face out, a cold face with no smile on it. “Please enter.”
Lin Yi blinked at the response- Tang Yin had never had a good attitude towards him, but there was at least a directness to her, a headstrongness. She was also passionately pissed enough to step on his shoes and stuff, but there was only coldness in her eyes today…
Xiaobo, on the other hand, hadn’t picked up that little detail. He followed Lin Yi into the yard and looked at all the messy stuff there, surprised when he saw a peach tree. “Boss, look! There’s a peach tree here?”
Flat-houses usually included small yards, where the inhabitants planted stuff. It was a practice Lin Yi’s old neighbours did- it wasn’t anything surprising for him.
