Before Yan Ruyu could react, Xu Fan slipped out of her bedroom like a wisp of smoke.
The living room was desolately empty; neither Yao Long nor the elder Mr. Yan was anywhere to be seen. Xu Fan curled his lips, thinking that these two old men were rather trusting of him...
Didn't they fear that he might have done something unspeakable with Yan Ruyu in the bedroom?
A flicker of regret crossed his mind, but Xu Fan chuckled, consoled himself that there would be other days, and then left the Yan Family villa.
Having been delayed at the Yan Family for so long, it was now twilight by the time he came out. Xu Fan squatted on the curb, prepared to hail a cab home.
"Hm?"
At that moment, a Porsche Boxster came speeding toward him.
His gaze swept over the car's vibrant red body, and he could see that the driver was none other than a bona fide beauty.
"Isn't that Xia Yanyu?"
