After having lunch at Yao Lianrong's home, Ye Chenfeng was eager to leave; after all, he and Yao Suman had just had an intimate incident, and it was inevitably awkward when the two of them saw each other.
As Ye Chenfeng was leaving, Yao Lianrong was incredibly enthusiastic, tirelessly grabbing Ye Chenfeng's hand and saying, "Chenfeng, you must come to visit me more when you have time! My home is always open to you."
"I know, Auntie Yao, I will come to visit more whenever I am free." Ye Chenfeng found Yao Lianrong's enthusiasm overwhelming.
Just as Ye Chenfeng was stepping out of Yao Lianrong's house, he heard the faint voice of Yao Suman saying, "Thank you."
Ye Chenfeng didn't look back, merely waving his hand. His ability to help Yao Lianrong and her daughter today had been purely coincidental, just like the last time he treated Yao Lianrong for cancer; life was often full of coincidences. Since Ye Chenfeng had come across these situations, he would help out wherever he could.
