It wasn't long before he took her home.
"You go up first. I have to make a trip to the hotel. Call me if you need anything," Wen Yajun said, then left the villa.
Hua Xiaomo watched his departing car, her eyes growing heavy. There were some things she couldn't escape, no matter how hard she tried. Am I really going to his place for dinner? she wondered. That night, Hua Xiaomo didn't sleep well.
「By the following evening.」
Before Hua Xiaomo could leave her villa, a Lamborghini sports car had already pulled up outside.
"Hua Xiaomo, long time no see! Do you still recognize me?" A man got out of the car, flashing her a brilliant smile.
"Mr. Yu, hello," Hua Xiaomo said, looking at him. Suddenly, a wave of familiar sensations washed over her like a spring breeze. She would no longer feel that sense of unfamiliarity and loneliness; it was as if friends were now closely surrounding her.
