Finally, Shi Yang is back. He drove all the way directly from the provincial capital, not even having time to go home and change clothes. Although exhausted from the journey, he still looked as clean and presentable as ever, despite the slight fatigue on his face.
He was wearing a leather jacket he bought in a pinch in the provincial capital, paired with a collared shirt tucked into black jeans. As he entered the private room, he was all smiles, exchanging greetings with the elders.
Shi Yang sat in the spot that Zhao Meimei had purposely saved for him, the two sitting close enough that the gap between their chairs practically disappeared, creating a clear distance from the elders.
As Shi Yang engaged in lively conversation, his hand reached under the table to secretly hold Zhao Meimei's hand, gently caressing it, saying everything without a word.
At the dining table, Zhao Meimei kept her left hand hidden beneath, secretly tracing circles on Shi Yang's thigh, flirting aimlessly.
