Gao Yang remained silent, caught in a dilemma.
"Can I change my real-name report to an anonymous one?" Qin Mei asked.
Gao Yang's mouth twitched, and he rolled his eyes at her. "What do you think?"
"It's getting late, so I won't keep you company on your little sweep..." Qin Mei swallowed the word 'vice', turning around to leave. Watching her shake with laughter, Gao Yang felt countless inexplicable emotions surging in his heart.
Qin Mei rode her bicycle home, humming a little tune.
An uninvited guest stood at the courtyard gate. Qin Mei stopped her bicycle and ignored the woman's presence. She pulled out a key from her satchel to unlock the door, pushed it open, and struggled to lift her bicycle over the threshold.
"Qin Mei, let's talk," Lin Yaru said anxiously.
