Zhuang Xiaoxi didn't stay long and left, making the apartment feel a bit lonely.
Recalling what Xiaoxi said to her earlier, Su Lingzhi hesitated with her phone for a while, then walked to the balcony to dial Fu Yinli's number.
But, there was no answer.
At this time, he was probably busy.
Su Lingzhi put down the phone without disturbing him.
The sunlight outside was pale, and the wind carried warmth mixed with a bit of restlessness.
Feeling stifled, Su Lingzhi returned inside, packing her things to go home. By six in the afternoon, she finally received Fu Yinli's call back.
But she didn't see him until eleven at night.
He came back drunk, supported by someone to the door, and as soon as he saw her, he fell onto her.
"Miss Su, I'm leaving President Fu to you."
Before Su Lingzhi could even see the person's face clearly, they had left in a hurry.
"Zhizhi." Fu Yinli's weight pressed on her, his mouth continuously murmuring her name.
