Fu Yanye's long legs stepped out first, instantly dazzling the calm night.
Zhuo Jian stood to the side with tension on his face, gripping his bag tightly.
"The young master is back."
"Yes! Uncle Zhou, please take it to the garage."
Fu Yanye said, then his dark eyes fixed directly on the woman beside him.
"Is the young master staying over at home tonight?"
"Of course!"
Even as he spoke, Fu Yanye's gaze remained fixed on Zhuo Jian.
Uncle Zhou sensed that the couple might still have issues to resolve, but he was happy for them and cleared the way to take the car to the garage.
From the moment Zhuo Jian stood in front of her and began to watch her, she had not looked at him again. As soon as Uncle Zhou left, she turned and walked inside.
Fu Yanye followed behind with his long strides, his hands in the pockets of his dark coat.
Zhuo Jian had just stepped through the doorway when she suddenly stopped.
