Dan Tingye didn't make a sound. He took a step to her side and lowered his eyes to glance at the book she was hugging in her arms. Seeing that it was about cancer pathology, he pressed his brow with his hand.
On his handsome face was a complex expression, like punching a cotton ball—feeling the fire but unable to vent it.
He was worried that she'd be unhappy staying with the Ye Family, worrying for her the whole night, almost unable to resist picking her up to take her home. But here she was, didn't seem uncomfortable at all—she looked quite happy!
"Are you planning to go out dressed like that with me?"
Dan Tingye waited for quite a while, but Meimei seemed unaware of his presence. Finally, he couldn't contain himself and spoke coldly.
"Ah—"
Meimei seemed electrocuted, sprang up from the sofa holding the book, eyes wide and staring at him in horror, like she'd seen a ghost.
