After ending the call with Han Xinyue, Sun Zhe reached out to smooth down Zhu Yan's rolled-up skirt, saying, "Yan'Er, I have to go out for a bit."
Zhu Yan, lying on the stove, turned to look at him, "Who was that just now? Why are they calling you out so late?"
Sun Zhe didn't hide anything, and said truthfully, "It's Han Xinyue."
"Han Xinyue?"
Sun Zhe nodded, "I'm going to see her because of Qiaoqiao's matter."
"Then go. Are you coming back tonight?"
"I might be late."
Zhu Yan gave him a sideways glance, "You never seem to stop, right?"
"..."
...
In the large manor at the South Suburb of Yang City.
After ending the call with Sun Zhe, Han Xinyue's mood suddenly improved, and the anger from arguing with Zhou Chenhao dissipated instantly.
She didn't even know why but just thinking about meeting that man soon made her inexplicably happy.
"What should I wear?"
Han Xinyue walked to the wardrobe and looked at the clothes and dresses inside, suddenly feeling troubled.
