Attending to Yi Xiaofei was the thing Lin Qi Meng wanted to do the most.
"Qi Meng, it's too late, you should rest now!"
Yi Xiaofei undoubtedly understood Lin Qi Meng's feelings, but when it came to affection, his feelings for Lin Qi Meng were more of pity, and did not include true romantic emotion.
No matter how tempting, an interaction devoid of feeling, just a tangle of flesh, what meaning does that hold?
"Is that not okay?"
Lin Qi Meng, with a certain sadness, felt her whole heart chill as she faced rejection once again.
"Yi Xiaofei! Are you there? Come out if you are, there's news, we have news about that guy!"
Just then, there was a knock on the door, a familiar voice: it was from Antian Liangzi. Yi Xiaofei had locked the door from the inside earlier, so Antian Liangzi was unable to open it.
"Whose news?"
Yi Xiaofei quickly walked over, opened the door, and asked the standing Antian Liangzi outside.
