"Ziyin....." Jian Anning got out of the taxi and immediately sprinted over. However, as she softly called out her name, she saw Zhao Ziyin hugging herself, curled up on a bench next to the plaza, her entire head buried in her knees. Hearing Jian Anning’s voice, she lifted her head, the usually radiant and vibrant face was now completely pale, her eyes empty and lost, as if her soul had been sucked out!
Jian Anning didn’t understand how a man could have such a huge influence on her! She approached, unsure of how to greet her, her hand hesitating in mid-air for a long time before finally, gently patting her on the back.
Zhao Ziyin leaned into it, her usual efficiency contrasting sharply with how deflated she felt at that moment. After a long while, she said, "It’s him again, once more."
Although Jian Anning also held resentment towards Wang Shuoming, she still felt the need to speak a word on his behalf at that moment, so as not to further upset her friend, "Are you sure?"
Zhao Ziyin suddenly forced a smile, took out her phone, and handed her the indecent photo, "Is there any doubt?"
Jian Anning shifted the screen away and after a while, she asked, "Where is he?"
"I don’t know," Zhao Ziyin shook her head blankly, "That woman only said he was at this hotel, told me to wait here for a bit, and she would message me after a while."
Jian Anning, seeing her blank expression at the moment, didn’t quite know how to feel. The two sat outside the Sheraton Hotel, watching the towering buildings in front of them, the bustling traffic on the side, feeling as though their hearts were suspended in mid-air, unable to settle down no matter what.
She suddenly thought of Yu Zexiao, wondering if a man like him would ever spare a glance for any woman, no matter what.
Because he found them dirty.
He truly was an oddity, incredibly handsome and from a wealthy family, surrounded by young girls, yet he wasn’t the type who stays pure for a loved one.
Given his attributes, nobody would find it strange if he changed women every single day, and yet, he didn’t have any woman. Not only did he not have any, he despised them immensely. If not for certain limitations, he might be the type who wished he could shower seven or eight times a day, even wanting the air sterilized.
Clearly, he wasn’t gay, nor did he have any issues with men. From her fragmented memories of that chaotic night, she could vaguely recall that his, well, seemed quite impressive......
Jian Anning suddenly snapped out of it, why was she thinking about him? And moreover, why was she thinking about such a... such a sexual side of him!
She shook her head, casting aside all these muddled thoughts!
Now was not the time to be thinking about such matters. The most important thing was to resolve Zhao Ziyin’s issue!
Perhaps her silent prayers had some effect, for at that moment, Zhao Ziyin suddenly received a WeChat message!
A "ding-dong" sound, and the emptiness in her eyes just a moment ago vanished, replaced by two small flames, as if leaping from the depths of hell, in her pupils.
Without saying a word, she opened WeChat, where just a few words were written: "Black Land Rover."