In the past two months, in order not to let Rong Moyong find her, she constantly changed her identity, drifting from place to place, with nowhere to call home...
Because she had limited money, she could only stay in those cheap motels that didn't require an ID card; forget a large bathtub, even the shower rooms were small and dirty.
Looking back now, it felt like a dream...
When there was a knock on the door, Duan Fei took a deep breath and got up from the bathtub.
With no clothes to wear, she could only wrap herself in a bathrobe and step out of the bathroom.
The man was sitting on the sofa in the bedroom, with his long legs bent, holding a phone and making a call. Hearing her, he looked up.
With his glasses off, those narrow, phoenix eyes appeared even clearer and darker.
Duan Fei lowered her head.
She heard the man say, "Mhm, should arrive tomorrow afternoon, hanging up now."
