Is there really anyone who talks about their grandson like this?!
This is just...
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On the other side, Ye Qingyou drove around aimlessly. It usually only takes half an hour to return to the apartment building, but he managed to stretch it to an hour.
Frowning, he arrived outside the residential area and peered inside from the entrance. The lights were still off in the room on the eighth floor.
This meant Yang Yin hadn't arrived yet.
He furrowed his brows.
A wave of irritation washed over him.
He loosened his tie, drove around some more.
The thought of waiting for her alone there seemed even more torturous.
For another hour, he drove around outside, but his mind refused to calm down.
His mind was filled with scenes from their university days...
Finally, after checking the time, it was already close to ten o'clock, he resigned himself to driving into the apartment complex.
After parking, he strode home with his long steps.
