"......Let him come if he wants! That's that, I'll head back to my bar later."
Mo Yiqing hung up the phone with her neighbor and close friend, her face revealing a look of speechlessness and irritation, but ultimately, her expression returned to calmness, followed by a long sigh.
"Did that guy follow you here?" Mo Yiqing's close friend spoke rather loudly on the phone, and sitting nearby, Yu Xueqing heard bits and pieces of the conversation, showing an expression of surprise.
"Yes... We live in the same neighborhood, and he came to my house, met my dad, learned I'm in Xia Dong, and just headed straight for Xia Dong."
As Mo Yiqing continued, she became somewhat exasperated, unable to help but complain: "Honestly, his appearance and family background are pretty decent; he should be a definite rich kid on the marriage market, and it seems he's even drunk a few years of business management ink from abroad."
