Xu Huan nodded. Seeing that Li Jing had no intention of inviting her in, she took the hint and said, "Alright, I'll head back now."
"Wait!" Li Jing stepped out, pulling the door closed behind her. She took out ten yuan and gave it to her, exchanged a few more words, and then let her leave.
As she watched Xu Huan ride away on her bike, she turned and went back inside. An elegant-looking man was sitting on the living room sofa, flipping through a newspaper.
'Thinking of Xiangyang's stubborn temper, Xu Huan doesn't stand much of a chance with him.' The thought came to Li Jing, but then she considered him marrying a widow. 'If the Lin family finds out, who knows how they'll laugh at me.' A wave of frustration washed over her.
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As Li Xiangyang neared his front door, he saw Old Li standing there, gazing down the alley. He smiled. "Old man, are you waiting for me?"
