At the airport where people come and go, Wen Yi looked at this man who took his shamelessness for granted. She stared at him for a minute, and he always responded frankly, neither half-hearted nor embarrassed.
Wen Yi felt that his skin wouldn’t be burnt even with a pot of boiling water. He simply didn’t bother to take care of it. He carried his bag and walked in the direction of the parking lot.
Mo Shichen maintained a distance of half a meter and followed her not far or near.
Today, Sunday, during the week when Wen Yi was absent, he added a lot of shifts to deal with all the work that had been delayed before, and free up the time of the day.
It was the driver who drove. After Aleb put their luggage into the car, he said goodbye to Wen Yi and went home by himself.
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