She was flustered, but she kept calling out in a loud, indistinct voice.
Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Siyang had already hung up the phone.
Two beeping sounds came, and Tong Yilin's expression changed drastically.
What's going on? Why is he doing this?
They were talking just fine last night, weren't they?
Didn't he say he would break up with Ye Zhaoxue and be with her?
Just after hanging up the phone, Tong Yilin started to overthink.
Just then, the sound of a car turning off came from the yard outside the villa.
Tong Yilin put down her phone and looked around until a devilishly handsome face came into her view.
Her eyes lit up and her heart raced.
She stood there obediently, waiting for the tall man in front of her to come over.
The pleasant scent of mint wafted on the breeze, and Tong Yilin nervously went to greet him, calling out, "Young Master Nan, could you... could you please sign your name for me?"
She really likes Nan Qiyu.
I've never seen anyone as handsome as him.
At this moment, Tong Yilin looked up at him with her little face upturned, her eyes brimming with laughter.
Ignoring the infatuation of the person in front of him, Nan Qiyu looked expressionlessly at the stairwell and simply said, "I don't have a pen on me."
"I have it, I have it. Please wait a moment, I'll go get it right away."
Good heavens, she actually managed to talk to Nan Qiyu.
Tong Yilin was overjoyed. She glanced at Nan Qiyu several times before reluctantly turning around and going inside to find paper and pen.
Only Nan Qiyu was left standing in the living room.
The villa was quiet at this moment. Apart from the few servants he had met when he entered, he did not seem to see the woman.
Nan Qiyu pursed her lips, recalling what happened when she woke up that morning.
But then—
"Young Miss".
"Young Miss, you're back."
"Um."
The sound of the maid greeting the woman came from outside the door. Nan Qiyu's expression changed, and he quickly walked over to the sofa and sat down.
Just then, as soon as I sat down and looked up, I met someone's gaze.
In just a second or two, Nan Qiyu turned her face away, her expression indifferent.
Rong Chang saw it.
Oh, it's still the dominant personality.
When did you get back?
She asked casually and then went to the tea table to pour herself a glass of water.
When he turned to look at him, Nan Qiyu replied casually, "Just now."
oh.
Rong Shang nodded and walked over.
As soon as he saw her preparing to sit down next to him, he stood up abruptly.
Unexpectedly, Rong Shang didn't sit down, and the distance between the two of them was shortened.
Nan Qiyu was a little embarrassed, "..."
Rong Shang glanced at him, her eyes smiling.
"Don't be in such a hurry," she teased, then gave him a push.
Nan Qiyu immediately sat back down.
At this moment, the stray hairs falling from his forehead, combined with his expression, gave him an inexplicably cold feeling.
Then, Tong Yilin arrived.
"Young Miss?"
Upon seeing Rong Shang, the other person tightened their grip on the pen.
Rong Shang turned around and glanced at her, then looked at what she was holding in her hand.
She raised an eyebrow, understanding dawning on her, but still asked, "What are you doing?"
"I...I'd like to ask Young Master Nan to sign his name for me." Tong Yilin suddenly became a little nervous.
Her less-than-confident gaze passed over Rong Shang and landed on the man behind her. The next second, Nan Qiyu had already stood up from the sofa.
"Give it to me." The other person's voice was still cold, but Tong Yilin was overjoyed to hear it.
"Thank you, Young Master Nan."
She took small, quick steps and reached out her hand.
Suddenly, the paper was snatched from my hand.
"You can go down now." Rong Shang glanced at her, her gaze sharp.
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