In the end, Pei Yuyan gave Zhang Yang an address that wasn't close. Pei Yuyan hadn't driven today, so Zhang Yang had to call a taxi.
Half an hour later, Zhang Yang carried Pei Yuyan back to her small apartment.
The apartment wasn't big, but it was clean and tidy; there were only signs of Pei Yuyan living there alone.
"What are you looking at? With so many girlfriends, you must have been to girls' places before. What's there to see?"
"How can that be the same? Each girl is unique, so naturally their homes are different too," Zhang Yang laughed, then placed Pei Yuyan on the couch.
"Does your foot still hurt?" Zhang Yang asked.
Pei Yuyan nodded, "It hurts. I'm afraid I'll have to call in sick tomorrow, but with how busy these last couple of days have been, if I take time off, Director Sun will probably have a hard time."
Zhang Yang looked at her long, beautiful legs sheathed in black stockings and felt a bit envious.
