She wanted to speak again, but realized that this way of communicating wouldn't give her the answers she wanted, so she decided to let it go.
She glanced at the time; it was already eight in the evening.
Looking at the man on the sofa in front of her, it was still very early. She really didn't know what reason to use to get him out of here, but with him not leaving, her heart felt like a little deer was bouncing around inside, making it difficult for her to calm down.
She turned around and went to the bathroom, hoping that when she came out, the man would be gone.
But after waiting, half an hour passed.
In the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, Feng Jinglei listened closely to the sounds outside the door. Certain that since she came in, there had been no noise outside, meaning the man hadn't gotten up from the sofa nor moved the door handle to leave the room.
How long is he planning to sit there?
Frowning, Feng Jinglei's mind was somewhat chaotic.
