After going downstairs, Feng Ziyu grabbed her by the arm, and the two of them hurried out of the nightclub together.
Before walking out of the main hall, Hua Shiyu subconsciously turned her head for a look.
She could still see, at the high railing on the third floor, He Yingdong leaning against it, looking down at her from above.
That gaze was still unfathomable.
After they left the nightclub, Feng Ziyu got on his motorbike and took her speeding back.
The whole way felt like wind and lightning tearing past.
By the time they got home, it was already three in the morning.
At this hour Hua Shiyu was especially clear-headed, without a trace of sleepiness.
Feng Ziyu took off his cap and tossed it onto the sofa, then pulled open the fridge, took out two cans of ice-cold beer, and threw one to her.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to take off like that, there was just a small accident…"
Feng Ziyu waved it off carelessly. "It's fine, I already got what I wanted on camera."
