"Are they not a perfect match?"
It seemed like he was muttering to himself.
From behind, Xun Huai glanced at the slowly disappearing figures.
He pursed his lips: "Miss has quite a fondness for that man."
Bo Qingyu shifted his gaze to the lingering toothprint on the half-empty soy milk straw. "Tsk, her habits are repulsive," he grumbled.
He stood and conveniently grabbed the cup of soy milk.
He walked straight towards the flashy luxury car parked there.
"Let's go, there's a show to watch."
...
The day had fully brightened up.
The alley was narrow, and not very accessible to cars.
The two of them got out of the car at the alley's entrance.
They strolled inside.
Finally, they arrived at one of the houses, a two-story western-style house, the entrance of which was clean and tidy. The paint on the ancient front door had peeled significantly.
Jiang Ruan pushed the door with her body.
It wasn't locked, she stepped in effortlessly.
