Not long after, Wen Meimei arrived at the rooftop terrace, only to see a thin figure sitting on the edge, swaying with the fierce cold wind.
He was very thin, so thin that his chin was sharp, his skin had a yellowish hue, and his gaze was somewhat unfocused, looking as if he was gravely ill, definitely unhealthy.
It's been only a year...
How did Smelly Tangguo become so thin?
Wen Meimei's heart almost leapt out of her chest, "Smelly Tangguo, what are you doing sitting there? Come down quickly!"
Tang Yuxin saw her, a slight smile lifted at the corner of his lips, "Little Tizi, come over."
Wen Meimei stormed over angrily, almost reaching his side, yet at two meters away, he suddenly shouted, "That's enough, stop!"
Wen Meimei was startled, instinctively halted on the spot.
"Smelly Tangguo, could you please come down first?"
"Hehe..." Tang Yuxin laughed miserably, rolling up his sleeve all the way to the middle of his arm.
