Throughout the trip, Yun Shi Yu didn't speak a word, just propped her cheek and looked out the window, making Xiao Ming worry that she had become a melancholic Lin Daiyu.
However, to avoid any trouble, he didn't ask anything either.
As soon as the car arrived in front of Qingfeng Tea House, Zhou Qingyuan, like a little girl, hopped forward and swung open the door. Seeing a shapely leg in high heels stepping out, her smile froze on her face.
"Why is it you?"
Yun Shi Yu glanced at her coldly and said, "Thank you! Do you want a tip?"
"Get back in there!" Zhou Qingyuan was angry, "I was here to open the door for Xiao Ming."
Yun Shi Yu chuckled and walked to the rear of the car, waiting for Xiao Ming to come over from the other side. She naturally took his arm.
Zhou Qingyuan's expression darkened—not with Yun Shi Yu's coldness, but like the dangerous signs before an impending storm.
