The late afternoon sky was speckled with a drizzling rain, washing away the budding irritability of the coming summer.
Outside the villa's gate, a black sedan slowly drove in.
Soon, Ji Tingyang walked in from outside and, seeing Ji Yuqiao on the sofa, a flicker of surprise crossed his deep eyes, "Why are you at home?"
Ji Yuqiao usually preferred staying in the dormitory, and even during the school breaks, she was reluctant to come home, saying she didn't want to see the people she disliked there.
After Wen Li had left, persuaded by Lin Xu, she started to come home occasionally during weekends and holidays.
Today was neither a weekend nor a holiday, seeing her at home was indeed surprising.
Hearing Ji Tingyang's words, Ji Yuqiao showed her displeasure, "What, can't I come home now?"
"No," Ji Tingyang said.
Ji Yuqiao glared at him, relentless, "Then what do you mean?"