The next morning, Ye Xiong arrived at the entrance of Jiangnan University, where Yang Xiaoqiao was already waiting.
"Didn't you change your clothes?"
Seeing Ye Xiong wearing the same clothes as the day before, Yang Xiaoqiao immediately frowned.
Although she was usually frugal, she was very keen on hygiene, and she quite disliked men who weren't clean, so instinctively she took a few steps back.
It was summer after all, and he hadn't even changed his clothes—disgusting.
She almost pinched her nose.
"Didn't go home last night, stayed in a hotel for the night, so had no clothes to change," Ye Xiong explained.
"Why didn't you go home?" Yang Xiaoqiao asked curiously.
You have to have a home to return to in the first place, Ye Xiong thought with a wry smile.
Yang Xiaoqiao caught this moment, and she felt a bit puzzled.
