"Little Fox, it really is you, why are you here?!"
Seeing him, Ye Anqi cursed her luck.
Another troublesome person.
"Mr. Timothy, hello," she greeted him indifferently.
Timothy excitedly got out of the car, "Little Fox, you were gone, how come you're here?"
"It's a long story."
Timothy made a face of sudden understanding, "It seems you have a long story to tell, how about this, let's find a place to sit down, have a drink, and talk things over slowly."
"No need, I'm going back to my country today."
"Today?"
"Yes."
Timothy placed his hands on his hips, "Little Fox, you're not keeping your word. You promised to stay and leave with me, but you disappeared for several days, and now you want to go back to your country. That's really not cool."
Ye Anqi smiled and said, "Why I disappeared, you can go ask your friend Mr. Satan."
Timothy was momentarily stunned, "What do you mean by that?"
Ye Anqi didn't answer but instead raised her hand to hail a cab.
