Yang Fei nodded, stood up, and began to dress.
In the end, he hugged Lin Xueyi, feeling somewhat guilty.
"I'm sorry, Sister Xueyi, I just came back, and now I have to leave again."
In Lin Xueyi's eyes, there was also reluctance, but she sighed.
"There's no other way. This is my fate. I used to wait for Lin Zi to come home, now I wait for you to come home."
Yang Fei nodded silently, knowing that any man who met a woman like Lin Xueyi was truly blessed.
She embodied the virtues of a traditional Chinese woman, gentle and understanding, cultured and reasonable, and devoted selflessly to those she loved without regret.
Just as Yang Fei was about to leave, Lin Xueyi stopped him.
"I'll have someone book you a flight for tonight. Since you're back, have dinner with everyone tonight."
"I can tell that for a long time, President Su, Officer Feng, Li Fang, Little Director Chen have all missed you very much. Although they don't say it, I understand their feelings."
