Could it be that deep down, I want to rely on him?
Thinking this, Zhang Xiaomo couldn't help but look up at Yan Junze's profile, and damn, she felt her heart fluttering.
Yan Junze had no idea that a woman could still have so many thoughts under such circumstances. After asking "Who are you?", he focused his attention on this "Zhang Di," realizing that his behavior was indeed very strange.
"Go and draw back the curtains," Yan Junze instructed Zhang Xiaomo.
Zhang Xiaomo "obediently" nodded, turned around, and flung open the curtains.
Light from outside filled the room. Zhang Di stood still in his original position, but the abundant light now clearly outlined the figure standing in the corner near the door.
This person was wearing black sneakers, jeans, and an orange hoodie, with what seemed to be designs on both the front and the back.
Upon seeing the figure clearly, Zhang Xiaomo froze on the spot.
