"Um, about last night, thank you. I will transfer the money for the clothes to your card, just send me your card number to my phone," Yu Xiaoxuan lingered at the door to Han Yi's bedroom for a long time before knocking and calling out to the person inside, raising her voice intentionally for fear that she wouldn't be heard.
There was no movement from inside, and Yu Xiaoxuan wasn't sure if Han Yi had heard her, so she repeated herself. Still receiving no reply, she figured that Han Yi didn't want to deal with her and didn't continue.
"I'm leaving now, but you must remember to send your card number to my phone," Yu Xiaoxuan added. Yet the door remained silent.
She pouted. They say women are fickle, but from what she could see, men were even more so.
"Bang." A loud noise came from behind her as the bedroom door swung open. Startled, Yu Xiaoxuan turned around to see Han Yi standing in the doorway with a stern face, holding a suit jacket in his hand.