Early next morning, while Yang Chen was still in bed, he received a call from Yuan Ye, the young man who couldn't stand loneliness.
"Yang Chen, are you awake?" Yuan Ye sounded cheerful, apparently excited about celebrating his 20th birthday and not at all dismayed about approaching his thirties.
Yawning, Yang Chen responded, "Do you think I could answer your call if I was asleep?"
"Good, I'll come to pick you up personally. You probably won't find my house on your own," Yuan Ye offered.
Indeed, Yang Chen wasn't familiar with many places, and considering Yuan Ye's family was described by Lin Ruoxi as one of the most influential in Zhonghai, their residence must be quite special.
"Do you know where I live?" Yang Chen asked.
"No, that's why I'm calling you," Yuan Ye admitted.
"It's 89 Longjing Garden. Call me when you get here. I'm going back to bed," Yang Chen said, ready to hang up.
