Ji Xiaoxi still didn't forget to look back after they all left.
She saw the young man striding fast towards the street, and those ruffians didn't follow him. Ji Xiaoxi let out a sigh and pouted.
If it wasn't for him being Chinese too, she wouldn't have bothered with him.
Jogging back to the rented attic, Ji Xiaoxi touched her growling stomach and couldn't help but let out a deeply fatigued sigh.
Then she thought about cooking a pot of noodles, paired with the Lao Gan Ma her best friend sent from afar...
Imagining the beautiful scene in ten minutes, Ji Xiaoxi's stomach growled even more fiercely.
However, the gap between ideal and reality is not just big.
Opening the room door, Ji Xiaoxi didn't even have the chance to take a step inside when she saw her suitcase, small lamp, and her beloved books messily thrown on the floor in the hallway.
Hearing the door, knowing Ji Xiaoxi was back.
