The idea flashed through her mind, and the image of Lord Hero as a pitiful little thing instantly formed in Xiao Hua's mind.
And the more she thought about it, the more she felt it was true.
A little after three in the afternoon, Su Yan returned home exceptionally early.
She entered, looked at the dim room, and reached out to turn on the light.
Ye Biao had been sitting on the sofa, his eyes immediately lighting up with joy.
He stood up, his handsome face tinted with a slight blush.
It seemed he was a bit shy.
But still, he mustered up the courage and called out,
"Su Yan."
Just two ordinary syllables, but every time Ye Biao uttered them, he needed to muster up a lot of courage and hesitate for a long time.
After calling out, he realized that Su Yan had earphones in her ears and was talking to someone.
From time to time, she would respond, indicating she was listening.
She walked up to Ye Biao and hugged him.
