Afterward, Han Xiayang ran as fast as a rabbit, and soon, Shen Mengqi couldn't see his figure anymore, only hearing his distant shouts: "Wife, you have to wait for me to come back, I'll return soon."
"Okay."
Effortlessly uttering this word, Shen Mengqi couldn't help but curl a smile at the corner of her mouth, a realization dawning inside her. Despite using An Nan's reputation, the truth was her willing consent. If she wasn't willing, how could she still be entangled with this man, letting him into her life, unable to disentangle from him?
Therefore, everything can only be described with one sentence: it's mutual willingness.
In this period, with the company of this man, she rarely thought of another man anymore, and she believed that given some more time, she would surely forget him.
Han Xiayang quickly investigated everything, and to repay Young Master Lin, he had no hesitation in dialing his phone in the middle of the night.
