Yao Lingling pouted, "Tang Song is indeed a nice guy and has helped me a lot. But we're just good friends, like brothers. Can you not always twist our friendship?"
Zhang Jiahong smiled and didn't dwell on the topic further, "Alright, I won't hold you up any longer. Off you go to work, my Lingling the great designer!"
The two chatted, laughed, and horsed around for a bit, dispelling the atmosphere of parting.
After all, they were still in Yan City, and they could visit each other on the weekends if they found the time.
Yao Lingling grabbed her helmet, hummed a tune as she descended the stairs, and rode off to her company on her beloved little motorcycle.
...
Yan Jing Tian Cheng, spacious flat.
Tang Song changed his clothes and emerged from the walk-in closet, feeling refreshed and invigorated.
The energy that had nowhere to go was now released, and the world in front of him seemed even brighter.
He picked up his phone and saw a new unread message.
