He stood up from his chair and took the lead in walking out.
There was no need for Sheng Youxia to stay in the restaurant any longer. The waiter watched as the two of them walked out one after the other. It was strange; the gentleman had booked the entire restaurant but hadn't ordered a single dish.
The world of the wealthy was truly incomprehensible.
Outside, the sky was dark and oppressive, as if a storm could break out at any moment.
Fu Shilv didn't look back, his figure appearing especially tall under the neon lights in the distance. But such a silhouette, seen from behind, seemed desolate and lonely.
He got into his car and then started the engine to leave.
Sheng Youxia retracted her gaze and walked toward another parking lot.
After Fu Shilv returned to Xi Zi Bay, he filled the massage tub with water, leaving his phone beside it, rolling with a continuous stream of messages.