The wind was strong, making the windows rattle noisily, and it blew her long hair into disarray. She reached out and closed the window.
The shop that sells jujube cake and plum juice is in Eastern City, and it takes more than an hour to make a round trip by car.
But it only takes about ten minutes to walk from here to the Li Family's villa.
She had plenty of time.
Silently, she gathered her hair and changed into flat shoes.
He Yingdong, you bastard, trusting you is a joke!
She quietly went downstairs.
Immediately, she saw a familiar figure sitting in the living room.
After not seeing each other for so long, she had almost forgotten about this woman.
Yan Xiruo was on the phone, and upon hearing footsteps, she immediately hung up and turned sharply to look at her.
"Sorry, you came at a bad time! He Yingdong is not home!"
Yan Xiruo looked at her, only smiling.
That smile was full of confidence, along with a deep sympathy.
She was right; it was sympathy.
