Hearing this, Pei Chenyang's footsteps paused and he stared at Zhao Mengmeng across the not too distant space.
"Zhao Mengmeng..." He called out her name, his voice was especially deep, whether because of the late hour or something else.
Zhao Mengmeng slowly sauntered over, with a superficial smile she nodded, "Pei Chenyang, the door is over there, don't let it hit you on the way out."
Following the direction of Zhao Mengmeng's finger was indeed the front door of her house.
Under the dim lights, Zhao Mengmeng's smile seemed particularly glaring.
Pei Chenyang took a deep breath, his expression dark as he shifted his gaze away.
"Oh, and there's one more thing!" Zhao Mengmeng suddenly spoke up, halting Pei Chenyang, who was about to stride away.
He turned around, glaring at Zhao Mengmeng coldly, as if waiting for her to continue.
What, now that her parents weren't around, he wasn't pretending anymore?
