Lin Xueyi took a taxi to the entrance of Lanting Hotel, weighed down with worries, dragging her heavy steps out of the car.
No sooner had she got out of the car than she heard a flippant voice, "Sister Xueyi is back, good afternoon Sister Xueyi."
Lin Xueyi's heart trembled, and she looked towards the hotel entrance.
There she saw Yang Fei, shirtless, wiping the tiles at the entrance of the hotel.
The originally loathsome smile on his face was unexpectedly warm under the oblique rays of the sun.
"You damned kid, you finally decided to come back."
Lin Xueyi's heavy heart miraculously started to lighten.
She scolded him with a hint of affection and tried to straighten her back forcibly, but it suddenly softened again.
That night, Lin Xueyi recounted to him the events that had taken place after Yang Fei had left.
Yang Fei nodded and nonchalantly tore up the slip of paper with the other party's contact number on it.
