The next morning, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the slender figure curled up on the large bed.
In a state of half-sleep, Yan Xiaye furrowed her brow in irritation, occasionally catching fragments of a quarrel in her ears.
Odd, she remembered sleeping in Tao Jingxi's guest room. Could it be that patients were visiting this early?
Opening her eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling, she found it hard to fall back asleep, so she threw back the covers, got out of bed, and tiptoed to the doorway to peek out.
In the living room, Yin Mo's luggage still sat at the entryway.
There she stood, not far from the entryway in the living room, her beautiful face twisted by jealousy as she begrudgingly looked at the man before her who was always handsome and elegant.
She had gone through the trouble of catching the last flight back the night before, all to surprise Li Yuntang.
But now, irony would have it that he was the one giving her the surprise!