Ye Long stood still for a moment, then pushed the door open and followed inside.
The reason Ye Long went in was purely to listen to Meng Shuya's story because he knew that Meng Shuya was a woman with stories to tell!
Moreover, her stories must be captivating, as he could tell from her eyes when they were at the bar.
As soon as Ye Long entered, he casually closed the door behind him.
Meng Shuya's home was lavishly decorated befitting the high-end neighborhood, and the living room was immaculate.
After entering, Ye Long moved forward.
Meng Shuya looked at Ye Long, smiled, and said, "Little brother, take a seat first."
Ye Long looked at Meng Shuya, and although she was smiling, there was an undertone of sadness in her smile—sorrow that seemed to have accumulated in her heart for a long time.
Ye Long nodded and then took a seat on the couch.
"Want a drink?" Meng Shuya asked Ye Long.
"If you want to drink, I can join you," Ye Long said to Meng Shuya.
