Seeing Jian Anning nod so cooperatively, Yu Zexiao felt a bit embarrassed. He glanced at her, "What's going on with you today? Weren't you supposed to look for Zhao Ziyin? Where is she?"
Just as he spoke, Zhao Ziyin and Mo Siyu pushed the door open and entered. Zhao Ziyin didn't look too good, while Mo Siyu—kept his head down, not saying a word.
Seeing this situation, Yu Zexiao knew that Mo Siyu must have sought out Zhao Ziyin to talk earlier, and maybe Jian Anning saw something and wasn't comfortable mentioning it, which is why she seemed a bit upset.
He didn't ask much, sat for a while, and the few of them prepared to go home. Mo Siyu summoned his courage one last time and asked Zhao Ziyin, "It's inconvenient for a woman to go back alone at night, let me give you a ride."
"No need." Zhao Ziyin extended her hand to stop a taxi, turned back to say goodbye to Jian Anning and Yu Zexiao, without even glancing at Mo Siyu, got in the car and left.
