Soon, Huang Xiaolong drove to a branch campus of Binhai University.
It was already late, and the school gate seemed very deserted.
Under the street lamp, a frail shadow stood there with her arms crossed.
Who else could it be but Song Yuru?
After parking the car, Huang Xiaolong hurriedly ran over, "Wifey..."
At this time, Song Yuru was wearing beige shorts, a casual round-neck T-shirt, and a pair of slippers.
Although her attire was very plain and simple, she still seemed attractive. Blame it on being young, beautiful, and having a great figure, she could pull off anything.
"Little Long!" Song Yuru ran towards Huang Xiaolong with a face full of grievance. Her expression was a little scared, but she obviously relaxed a lot after seeing Huang Xiaolong.
It seemed that subconsciously, she had seen Huang Xiaolong as her pillar of support.
Upon meeting, Huang Xiaolong didn't care about anything and directly embraced Song Yuru.
