"Who is this?"
Jiang Chen could no longer feign deafness and muteness, even though Yi Hui hadn't made an introduction. A smart man like him had guessed the situation.
"Hello, Jiang Chen."
"Hello, Guo Anle."
Guo Anle?
Upon hearing this name, Jiang Chen instantly knew who the other person was.
A gentleman does not take what others treasure.
Furthermore, do not impose on others what you yourself do not desire.
Having once had love snatched from him, Comrade Jiang Chen cleared his throat, intending to make his excuses and leave.
"Miss He, your shoes."
Yi Hui turned to look.
She had arranged to meet him tonight merely on her sister's suggestion, but his actions suddenly made her feel
— not quite at ease.
So eager to leave, was she some kind of terrifying monster?
It wasn't exactly displeasure, Yi Hui couldn't describe what she was feeling inside, it felt a bit novel, something she had never experienced before.
"Weren't you going to take me home?"
So she said.
