However, An Yiqing left him only a graceful, fleeting silhouette, waving her sleeve without taking a single cloud with her.
Liao Jinglin's temples throbbed with pain, and he felt utterly helpless about his young mistress's capricious nature.
Having no choice, he made a phone call, deciding to seek consolation from Zhang Yusheng.
"Brother Zhang, help me! The miss has run away!"
Zhang Yusheng had just picked up the call and hadn't had a chance to speak when Liao Jinglin's despondent wailing came through.
"What happened? The miss ran away? Where did she go?"
"The miss isn't minding me anymore. She said she'd be back in three days!" Liao Jinglin was on the verge of tears.
Zhang Yusheng, baffled by Liao Jinglin's incoherent words, massaged his temples and spoke in a low voice, "What exactly is going on? Speak clearly to me."
After Liao Jinglin recounted the whole story from beginning to end, Zhang Yusheng couldn't help but both laugh and cry.