Two minutes later, Yan Yinuo tightened her clothes, standing on the chilly street. Xu Zijin followed leisurely, hands in his pockets.
Seeing the culprit, Yan Yinuo was filled with fury and didn't even want to glance at him, marching forward directly.
She didn't want to talk, and Xu Zijin didn't talk to her either, just following lazily behind.
Unintentionally turning back, she could see Xu Zijin's shadow, which irritated Yan Yinuo.
Haunting her like a ghost, how long was he going to follow?
"Xu Zijin!" Yan Yinuo broke the one-hour silence with a darkened face.
"Since you're here, then just right, my bag is left in Douya's hospital room. Have someone bring it out for me," Yan Yinuo "ordered" Xu Zijin, barely containing her anger.
The old lady would definitely still be there; she didn't have the guts to go back, avoiding further embarrassment.
"If you want to get it, why not go back yourself?" Other favors, yes, but this one, Xu Zijin wouldn't do.
"You know perfectly well..."
