Yang Fei felt that there was a huge secret hidden within him.
And this big secret seemed like only he could unravel it.
He had a free-spirited and bold nature; he never troubled himself with things he couldn't understand. After spacing out for a while, he let go of the matter.
Whatever's meant to come can't be escaped, what's already gone can't be held onto, let it be.
Yang Fei chuckled bitterly, walked out of the park, and headed to the location where he had arranged to meet Liang Jiayi.
From a distance, Yang Fei saw Liang Jiayi.
She was leaning against the red Porsche sports car behind her, wearing a white trench coat, her long hair cascading down.
Yang Fei snickered, quietly walking toward her.
He made his voice a bit hoarse.
"Hey, beautiful, wanna hang out?"
Listening to this sleazy voice, Liang Jiayi didn't even lift her head, quietly watching her fingers, her face cold as ice.
Yang Fei approached with a roguish smile.
