Yun Ya hurriedly pulled the plate toward herself and glared at Ning Zihuan: "This was made for me by Brother Yan. If you want to eat, make it yourself."
Ning Zihuan...
angrily sat back down, the stingy person.
Finally, it was Qin Du who cooked; only then did Ning Zihuan manage to eat a bite of hot food, after breakfast. Before noon arrived, around ten, news came that the road was clear.
Yan Song, with Yun Ya, bid farewell to Pei Qinghan and then got in the car and left.
Ning Zihuan ran after Yun Ya's car, while Qin Du also took his leave.
The villa emptied, Pei Qinghan stood in place, gazing at the fine drizzle outside the window, and sighed.
Fu Bai walked to his side, whispered: "Brother Han, we should go."
"After this rain, will it be clear skies or a greater storm?" Pei Qinghan murmured to himself, shook his head at his words, and stepped out into the rain.
