Wei Heyun still came.
He didn't care at all whether Zhou Yun really didn't want to see him or not, with full confidence of "I don't believe you really don't want to see me", he arrived empty-handed, wearing a pair of sunglasses.
"Where are you? I'm at the airport."
On the phone, his attitude was as indifferent as always.
Zhou Yun took a sharp breath and cursed: "Lunatic."
"…What?"
"Sigh, never mind, can't be bothered to explain, just take a taxi here." Zhou Yun gave the address.
An hour later, Zhou Yun met Wei Heyun at the hotel's café.
The two of them, wearing sunglasses, sat in the café staring at each other, neither removing their sunglasses, like two pretentious nutcases.
"You tell me, can you not understand human language? I've already said I'm on vacation, yet you still have to come and bother me." Zhou Yun was not pleased.
Really, she was quite familiar with Wei Heyun now, her tone was not so polite anymore.
