Yang Yi looked at Zhuo Yun quizzically. "Why are you looking at me like this? What's the address?"
Zhuo Yun shoved his box into Yang Yi's hands before replying uneasily. "I forgot I had something to deal with. You can look Miss Huo up on your own."
Yang Yi felt lost. "?"
Zhuo Yun coughed. "I feel a little embarrassed."
Yang Yi's lips twitched. "Can you get to the point?"
Zhuo Yun handed him his phone.
It turned out that he had been trying to buy Huo Yao's new place from her folks, in order to give it to her. The irony of the situation made him feel awkward.
Fortunately, the owner did not agree to sell his place.
Yang Yi rested his forehead against his palm. It was certainly one hell of a coincidence.
Yang Yi drove the car while Zhuo Yun sat in the backseat. He was going to hide in the car later and play it by the ear.
Everything would work out fine as long as he did not encounter Huo Yao's father.
