Sunday, West City Avenue.
Gu Yihuan leaned forward restlessly in the front row of the stands, peering toward the entrance.
"What to do? It's almost eight o'clock, and Wen Changling isn't here yet,"
He Dongzhou, annoyed by the glaring overhead lights, sat with his eyes half-closed, lazily, like a drowsing wild lion.
Gu Yihuan was like an antelope that couldn't stay still, pacing back and forth in front of He Dongzhou, "Why are there so many people here? These greedy bastards!" His gaze frequently darted to the time, his blond hair a tousled mess, "If it really comes to it, I'll go and call Changling's grandmother over."
"Don't rush, let's wait a bit longer."
He'll come.
He Dongzhou liked to do things by unconventional methods. He had someone keeping an eye on Wen Changling's whereabouts.
If he didn't come, then he'd be brought here by force.
He Dongzhou's eyelids lifted, "Here she comes."
Gu Yihuan turned to look.
