Standing on the balcony, she happened to see Zuo Xinyao on the opposite terrace.
Why was this guy still up in the dead of night?
Zuo Xinyao also saw her, raising his wine glass from afar with an elegant and subtle gesture.
Nan Fei sneered inwardly, the epitome of the detestable capitalist visage indeed. Up in the middle of the night, drinking red wine on the terrace, he was definitely up to no good.
At that moment, the sound of sliding doors came from behind Zuo Xinyao, as Huo Kewei and Ning Di came in one after the other. Huo Kewei was muttering, "Yao Yao, what should we do with my uncle's clothes? Who's going to deliver them?"
Ning Di was carrying an oversized suitcase, which surely contained Bei Jiang's clothes.
