That person's hand tightly grasped Su Weiyi's arm and only let go after making sure she was steady.
Su Weiyi took a step back and smiled politely, "It's okay, thank you."
The person nodded slightly, then indifferently looked away and walked straight into the building entrance, while Su Weiyi followed in.
At the elevator door, the person glanced back at her, seeming a bit puzzled. Su Weiyi smiled again, "I live here too."
Back at the apartment, Sheng Yanxiao had just finished a phone call and was sitting on the sofa. When Su Weiyi walked in, her hair was still a bit wet. Sheng Yanxiao's brows instantly furrowed, "Caught in the rain?"
While speaking, he grabbed a towel draped over the sofa and went straight to Su Weiyi's side, dropping it on her head, clumsily but gently drying her hair.
The towel occasionally brushed against Su Weiyi's cheek, tickling her a bit. Su Weiyi shrank back and laughed, "Let me do it myself, you're tickling me."
