After an unknown period of time, he finally heard the familiar voice appear. Tong Ji Yang extinguished his cigarette and quickly got out of the car. She looked a bit disheveled, her hair was messy, and she returned barefoot.
Her eyes were red with traces of tears. Tong Ji Yang's full-hearted complaints turned into heartache, and without saying a final word, he directly picked her up and carried her home.
He placed her on the sofa, then crouched down beside her and asked, "Where did you go?"
His voice was slightly hoarse, but his tone was full of concern.
Zhao Anqi's tears almost fell again. She turned her face away, quickly wiped them away, and asked, "Why don't you blame me?"
"Where did you really go? Why are you so disheveled? Your body is all cold." Tong Ji Yang rubbed her arm and draped the nearby blanket over her.
"Tong Ji Yang, why are you still so kind to me?"
