Wei Ting narrowed his eyes. His hands, which were hanging by his side, were half-stuffed into his trouser pockets. He wasn't in a hurry to go forward. Instead, he wanted to see how Li Qianxue would react.
Li Qianxue was already quite unhappy about meeting Su Chenghui again and again over the past two days. She didn't even try to hide her dislike for his actions.
"What details can't you tell me tomorrow? Why do you have to stop me on the road?"
"I just remembered, so I came over to tell you. I'm afraid that I'll forget tomorrow."
"In my impression, you're not someone with such a bad memory." Li Qianxue was unmoved. "If you really think that you'll forget, then you can use your phone to write it down now. You are still some time away from old age. I believe that you shouldn't have amnesia at such a young age, right?"
"Of course not. I just want to settle down as soon as possible. I thought you thought so too."
