Yu Yang glanced indifferently at Pei Zhaolin.
Wang Jia nudged him with his elbow, "Say less."
"Let's go, back home." Yu Yang also left accordingly.
Pei Zhaolin caught up, "Ayang, is it over just like that for today's matter?"
Yu Yang didn't speak.
"But I feel she didn't have any issues, could it be that you're too suspicious?" Pei Zhaolin continued to babble on, "It's not that I'm saying, but who could calculate that precisely? Moreover..."
"If it's uncomfortable for you not to speak, I suggest you go back and recite a couple of books that way you won't be idle," Yu Yang interrupted him.
Pei Zhaolin chose to cover his mouth.
After Yu Yang walked out of the alley, he gave Zhang Xiaoying's departing figure a deep look, a hint of light flashing in the depths of his eyes.
Despite the distance, Zhang Xiaoying keenly felt the scrutinizing gaze from Yu Yang.
Zhang Xiaoying felt helpless.
There was no helping it; from the moment she saved Aqian, some things were destined to be.
