Saying this, she reached out and pulled Ye Wuge's hand onto herself.
"Get lost."
Ye Wuge irritably pushed her away. He was worried about that little girl and feared she'd get into trouble running out impulsively like that.
After getting dressed, he took out all the cash from his wallet and tossed it to her, then walked straight out the door.
Downstairs, he saw the mess in the lobby and immediately knew it must have been Jiayin's doing.
He quickly headed outside, but Jiayin was already nowhere to be seen.
Ye Wuge thought for a moment, pursed his lips, got into the car, and drove off quickly. When he got home, the house was pitch black.
He turned on the lights in the house and went straight upstairs, pushing open the door to his bedroom.
The quilt on the bed was bunched up in a messy pile to the side, and the sheets were wrinkled and crumpled—it was a total disaster.
Clearly, the little girl had been rolling around wildly on the bed.
