Fang Cheng smiled and then advised:
"If you encounter any unexpected situations here, or if Jiajia's condition changes, you can call me anytime. You know my phone number."
After chatting for a few more moments, Fang Cheng declined the offer from Old Li and his wife to stay for a meal and turned to say goodbye.
Ning Yue insisted on seeing him off downstairs, walking all the way to the entrance of the residential area.
The scorching summer sun cast a faint heat over the asphalt road.
Ning Yue stood on the curb, watching as Fang Cheng's Land Rover SUV slowly merged into the traffic.
The car's silhouette gradually faded away.
Her eyes held a mix of daze and emotion.
Recalling the scene in the bedroom just now, where Fang Cheng subdued the evil like a god, her heart was still beating rapidly.
In three years of high school, she never truly understood this quiet and genteel male classmate.
And now, he seemed to have moved into a world she couldn't even reach or imagine.
