"Wait for me, I'll be there soon."
"I can get out on my own, you don't need to come." Ye Weiwei glanced outside, estimated the distance, and felt confident she could jump out without any problem.
However, Xiao Jinghan's understanding was different. His face was cold, his voice gloomy, "I don't like other men holding you."
"Huh?" Ye Weiwei blinked, no one would catch her if she jumped, "I'll just jump directly, it's fine."
"Wait for me!" The man hung up the phone with a hint of imperiousness.
Then, as Ye Weiwei was saying goodbye to the director, Xiao Jinghan, with the help of some professional bodyguards, climbed into Zhang Chi's house and ascended the soft ladder to stand at the window.
"Weiwei." He reached out his hand, his deep eyes locking onto Ye Weiwei in a second.
Weiwei turned around and saw Jinghan standing outside the window, like a prince in the night, her heart skipping a beat, stunned for two seconds, before she walked over, "Jinghan, you really didn't have to."