"What the hell is she doing?" Looking at her figure standing in the rain under the umbrella, Yang Ze didn't know what she was trying to accomplish. She was just standing there in silence, quietly looking at him.
"....." Yang Ze even lifted his hand to wave at her, but received no response.
"Weirdo." For a moment, he wanted to go ahead and have a proper conversation with her, but it wasn't the time yet. He still had that lass in the basement and needed to focus on her first. He would have plenty of time to deal with Chen Meili later.
After taking one last look at her figure, he turned around and headed inside the house.
"Interesting." Chen Meili, on the other hand, who was quietly observing his figure, couldn't help but mutter to herself as her eyes narrowed into slits as she clenched the portrait of a young girl in her hands. Every time she glanced at the familiar figure in the distance, her eyes would flash occasionally.
As for what she was thinking, perhaps only she knew.
