The moon is like a hook, the night is like ink, neon lights dazzle the eyes.
Standing by the roadside waving goodbye to Yan Fei and Xu Xiaoyan, still calling him Brother Fei, was surprisingly Xiaohe, the person who seemed quite displeased at lunch, focusing only on eating and drinking without saying a word.
Not only was Xiaohe enthusiastic, but he was also accompanied by a few young people. Their reluctance to depart made Yan Fei feel as if he had known these young people for many years.
Speaking of which, after Yan Fei finished his fight, he ran off, not only swiftly but having thought through the escape route as well.
He ran to Meng Si'an's doorstep, pulled Xu Xiaoyan under the cover of the roadside trees, and when no one was watching, jumped into the yard. He sat boldly on a stone stool in the yard, took out his phone and said, "Xiao An, I just did something, can you come back to cover for me?"
