"Good day, Mr. Lin." She said hello to him sideways.
Lin Zhixu looked at her, with a smile on his lips, closed the folding fan and held his hand towards her.
"Say hello to Miss Zhang."
As she spoke, Zhang Yingying nodded to him and walked directly behind him.
The smile at the corner of Lin Zhixu's mouth faded little by little. He didn't look back, but he heard clearly.
"You're here." It was Zhang Yingying's voice.
"Well, I'm here to take you home." A man's voice.