Tang Li paused in surprise, then went downstairs.
Surrounded by mosquitoes on a summer night, Song Baiyan was sitting on a wooden chair next to a streetlamp in front of the teachers' apartment building, his suit taken off and placed beside him, with a blue-grey diagonal striped tie resting on it.
From his attire, one could surmise that he had just come from some important event.
Tang Li had her right hand behind her back, counting out with one, two, three fingers.
Then she realized that Song Baiyan had been visiting the school quite frequently.
—At least more so recently.
After all, he had just been here a few days ago.
So, as she approached, the first thing she did was help Song Baiyan pick up his suit and tie, and tried to pull him up: "Sitting here is too conspicuous. In about ten minutes, they'll lock the teaching building. Teachers living in Wentan Garden might come back. Besides, it's so open here, what if something happens..."
