Ye Zimo turned to leave and walked downstairs quickly.

In the dark building, only Xia Yi culvert is left.

Looking at the shadow of Ye Zimo leaving, Xia Yihan suddenly felt a little lonely, picked up his handbag and slowly walked towards the outside of Lin's jewelry.

The wind in the night, somewhat cool, was poured into Xia Yihan's loose wool. Standing outside Lin's jewelry, waiting anxiously for a taxi.

After waiting for a long time, I did not see the car coming. I was about to turn back, but I saw a taxi coming towards this side in the distance. Then I waved and sat in the car.

"Where...