"Goodbye, Sister Tingting." Tao Yue waved her hand.
Wen Shan remained silent.
"Goodbye."
Li Tingting turned and walked in another direction.
"Don't you think something's off about Li Tingting tonight?" Wen Shan watched Li Tingting's retreating figure, her brows furrowed.
"What's wrong?"
Tao Yue, a girl of eighteen, naturally lacked Wen Shan's calmness.
"Nothing, I'm just pondering, maybe I'm overthinking it."
Wen Shan only felt something was off, but since she couldn't identify exactly what, she decided not to dwell on it: "Let's go."
...
Li Tingting returned to her rented room, a simple accommodation with just a bed and a wardrobe. From under the bed, she pulled out a cardboard box.
She opened her backpack and dumped out all the clothes inside, and took out the clothes from the cardboard box, counting them on the bed, there were about a dozen or so.
If Lan Xin Ai were here, she would definitely recognize these clothes as Xin Ai's.