Lin Yi wondered when he’d get that old van a licence plate when he got in the taxi- the car he’d taken from Heibao was still parked in Mengyao’s courtyard.
It didn’t match the elegance of the villa, but Mengyao didn’t say anything about it. The girl was now much more easygoing compared to the first time he’d met her- she’d accepted Lin Yi as a member of the villa at this point, and didn’t think too much about that crappy van he had in front of the villa.
Lin Yi took his phone out to give Lingshan a call- his own phone was broken, and his current one was an older model Yushu had upgraded from.
It was a pink seashell phone, and Xiaobo’s eyes widened upon seeing it. Tang Yin and Xinwen, on the other hand, failed to notice as they continued chatting at their side.
“Hello? Lin Yi?” Lingshan got a little frustrated just from remembering the events yesterday. “I sent your pictures to your phone’s mail, you can just receive it! Anything else?”
