"I've been wanting to do this for a while,"
"but since Miss didn't instruct me, I didn't dare to presume. I'll have someone report in tomorrow,"
Yun Ya said indifferently, "Meet me by the car at JP0518 in the underground parking lot of The First People's Hospital at noon tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone, Yun Ya stood by the roadside and waited for a while, but still no taxi was in sight.
She didn't realize that there was someone trailing her from not too far behind.
Yan Song pushed his bike, watching Yun Ya's slim figure hesitating in the dark, the wind blowing up the edges of her wine-red skirt, making her appear even more unsteady—like a lotus leaf beaten by the rain drifting in the wind, causing his heart to rise and fall with the billowing skirt, unable to find any solid ground.
At that moment, he was very angry, angry at her lack of trust. What exactly did she take him for?
