Really, he's clearly spending money on enjoying himself, but he's sneaky about it like he's keeping a mistress.
At this moment, Ji Yuanjie was pacing anxiously on the expensive imported carpet, clutching a letter with the words "Shen Zi'an" written on it, now crumpled tightly in his hand.
Every now and then, he'd notice the paper was wrinkled and would quickly try to smooth it out, complaining in his heart that Zi'an was really stingy, couldn't he use a better quality paper to write to him? Blah blah blah… An entire afternoon passed in a haze of chaotic thoughts.
As the sky darkened, not a sound was heard, and Ji Yuanjie's anxiety grew. If it weren't for the paper in his hand, he'd think he was dreaming!
It's Zi'an!
It must be Shen Zian!
Besides her, who else could have the exact same handwriting and write the words "Shen Zi'an" to him?
This sentence must be a clue.
