"Today I took Yanyan to school, she took a car to the company, and I took a cab here." Speaking of this, Gu Jingkui felt very helpless; Yanyan was still angry.
But there was nothing he could do, he had to come over.
Lan Yazhen pointed to the road, directing the driver to Xiaang Zheng's house. Half an hour later, the two appeared in an old, rundown neighborhood. Xiaang Zheng lived on the sixth floor, without an elevator, so they had to climb up the narrow, dark stairs.
It was Gu Jingkui's first time walking in such a place, while Lan Yazhen seemed familiar, probably having been there often, which made him a bit uncomfortable. But this was the girl he liked; he couldn't blame her. She had never shown any affection for him; he did all this voluntarily.
Not yet at the sixth floor, they heard noises from above. Lan Yazhen's face turned pale, and she started running faster. Gu Jingkui hurriedly followed.
