Jiang Yixiu returned to his place, lay on the bed staring at the old ceiling, and the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He immediately sat up and took out his phone, "Hey! Old Xiao..."
"It's me." Xiao Jinghuai's voice was a bit low, as if he didn't want to disturb anyone, "What's up?"
"Have you met any strange people lately? Besides... that Yan Mingxiu of yours."
"Yes."
"Who?" Jiang Yixiu looked vigilant.
"You."
"..."
"Xiao Jinghuai, I'm seriously talking to you." Jiang Yixiu was almost bursting with anger, "Just came out from Dynasty, I ran into... a woman, that woman had a very special aura, my sixth sense tells me her identity is not that simple."
"Heh." There was a faint chuckle from the other end of the phone, "If you're interested in her, just say it, why come up with such an excuse!"
"Hey! Of course not." Jiang Yixiu suddenly became a bit anxious, "How could I be interested in such a tomboyish woman."
