"Honey?" Zhang Yuanmin made sure he wasn't seeing things. A happy look spread across his face as he asked, "What brings you all the way out here to see me?"
"Get your things packed. You're coming home with me," Yang Yufeng said bluntly, not mincing her words. Last night, the more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She had made up her mind: she absolutely couldn't let Zhang Yuanmin get away with this any longer. Otherwise, something terrible was bound to happen down the line.
The journey here had been arduous, over mountains and through valleys. It made Yang Yufeng's resentment simmer. 'That no-good Zhang Yuanmin,' she thought, 'always up to no good. If it weren't for him, I'd be sitting on my warm kang doing needlework right now, not suffering out here in the middle of nowhere!'
