Soon, Zhang Xueying came out of the house, but her face was still as red as a ripe apple.
"Thank you, Brother Chen Yang... this is Fatty's contact information..."
The shy Zhang Xueying handed the piece of paper to Chen Yang, shyly bowing her head, unable to meet Chen Yang's eyes.
"Don't mention it, it's getting late, you should get some sleep, I'll head off now." Chen Yang took the piece of paper and turned to leave.
After Chen Yang left, Zhang Xueying did not immediately shut the door and go back inside, but stood at the door for a while.
It wasn't until Chen Yang's figure had disappeared into the night that Zhang Xueying, with a flushed face, finally closed the door.
Back at home, Chen Yang dialed the number from the piece of paper and arranged with Fatty the place to repay the money the next day.
"Hello! Who is it? Calling so late at night." As soon as the call connected, Fatty's fiery voice came through.
