As Ping Qing was dazed outside, a tall and straight silhouette also arrived at Gu Yunbo's door. Looking at the tightly closed door and Ping Qing, Meng Fan's eyes grew colder.
He returned to the Northwest District for the New Year and came back yesterday. Today, he pushed aside all matters and arrangements, only to run into another empty room.
A second time, third time's the charm.
Ping Qing turned around and saw Meng Fan standing behind him. For some reason, a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face. "When did you come back?"
"Yesterday."
"Thank you for lending the house to Yun Bo."
Meng Fan pressed his lips together, "No need." Whether it's no need for thanks or no need for him to thank, no one knows clearly.
"I heard about your family's matters." Meng Fan's words left Ping Qing feeling even more embarrassed.
"You're being too distant; you should have told me first thing." Meng Fan turned and headed downstairs, looking back halfway, "Not coming?"
