Zheng Xiyuan looked stunned, then gave a bitter smile.
"That's true," he admitted.
...
Both men had drunk, sleeping through till the morning light shone.
Nothing happened.
The next day was Saturday. As soon as Zheng Xiyuan got up, he heard the sound of a car outside,
"Who's here?" he asked Qiao Dongyang, yawning.
Qiao Dongyang opened the door and walked into the yard, spotting Wang Xueya's little Mini parked outside the gate at a glance.
Zheng Xiyuan poked his head out, muttering, "Why is she here?"
The air was already very cold.
Wang Xueya got out of the car, the cold wind made her sneeze, she warmed her hands and wrapped her scarf tightly, then called out,
"Elder Brother Qiao, I'm here to check on my vegetable garden. Why are you here too?"
Some days ago, Qiao Dongyang had bought back the villa he had once sold for a high price. They had already helped back to living in the city.
