Lying here every day isn't really a solution.
Wan Donglin has gone to work; this guy slacks off and comes home around four every day. But there's still two or three hours before he gets back, and it's tough to endure.
Just then, my phone rang.
"Yan... Yan... our classmates from our class have come to see you..."
She was taken aback.
"We're at the XX Club, is it far from your place? If it's far, we'll come to you..."
"No need, I'll come find you."
The club is only about ten minutes' drive from Yan Xixi's home. Yan Xixi immediately got out of bed and called her driver to take her out.
As soon as the car stopped at the club entrance, a group of men swarmed forward. Before Yan Xixi could regain her composure, Li Xianzhen had already rushed up and hugged her tightly: "Yan... you're alive... really alive..."
She laughed cheerfully, and Li Xianzhen immediately let go.
All around were their fellow Asian classmates from Harvard back then.
