Looking at Yang Fan, Tang Ziqing continued, "Huihui has always dreamed of becoming a star. When she couldn't make it, she became an air stewardess. She's been deceived more than once or twice. Luckily, I arrived just in time last time to avoid anything bad happening. I really have to thank you this time."
Yang Fan stood up from the sofa, "If I encounter it, how can I ignore it? It's getting late; I should head back."
"It's already three thirty in the morning. Don't go back and forth; there's a room here, just sleep here."
Yang Fan looked at the time—it was indeed three thirty—without refusing, he went into the guest room on the second floor.
Early the next day, at six o'clock, Nolan Hui woke up and shook Tang Ziqing, who was sleeping beside her, "Wake up."
Tang Ziqing opened her sleepy eyes and climbed up, "Is everything okay?" she asked anxiously.
Aside from a headache, Nolan Hui was fine. "How did I get back yesterday? I seem to have run into Yang Fan."
