Yan Li felt a strange mix of sourness and elation upon seeing this.

What's going on? Have these women gone mad?

Is he really that handsome?

The more Yan Li thought about it, the less she understood, and she even began to doubt herself.

Whose judgment is flawed?

I was so angry last time that I left without even taking my clothes.

Counting the days, it's been three or four days, and she now feels that she may have been too excited that day.

But getting her to apologize is impossible; she'd never apologize.

Why don't you go get some clothes yourself?

That's not necessarily a bad thing, since we're just idling around anyway.

Thinking about it, she got up, quickly washed up, and then took her Pamei car keys and went into the garage.

Pamei drove through the elevated highway, heading towards the place she once knew best.

The weather outside the window was gloomy.

This kind of weather can easily make people sentimental.

At this moment, Yan Li was actually a little nervous.

I can't explain why.

Yan Li's place was actually quite a distance from her former home; it took her about thirty minutes to drive there before she arrived at her destination.

I parked my car in my usual spot, then walked towards the familiar entrance of my building, entered the unit, and went upstairs until I finally stopped at my front door.

However, her gaze was immediately drawn to the white paper pasted on the door that read, "This house is for sale. Interested parties please contact xxxxxxx."

Don't get me wrong, this paper was definitely not pasted by Xiao Ran.

It was posted by the sales company he commissioned; after all, it's a form of pyramid scheme.

Yan Li entered the password and went inside.