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"You'll know when he arrives."
Tang Yuxin gently curved the corner of her lips, yes, she would know when he arrived, she just hoped not to be too surprised.
Zhang Xiaomei had initially wanted to press for answers until she got them, but Tang Yuxin had stood up and put all the bowls on the table into the kitchen, while also heating the noodles in the pot, thinking he would arrive soon and it would be just the right time to eat.
After she was done with the preparations, she came out, casually picked up a book, and sat in the courtyard to read. She was content in her own world, confident that a book could easily while away the evening for her. However, Zhang Xiaomei was feeling like each second was an eternity; she unbuttoned her collar, feeling so nervous in Tang Yuxin's presence that even breathing became tense.
She was afraid Tang Yuxin knew something, although Zhang Xiaomei was clear that as long as she kept silent, no one could or would know what she had done in the past.
