Evening.
It was not yet eight.
After driving out of Yu Meixia's residential complex, Dong Xuebin felt refreshed and radiant as he hummed a tune behind the wheel. Suddenly, his phone rang. It was from Xie Huilan's Family Compound.
"Hello, Hui Lan. Just got off work?"
"I got back a little while ago. Hehe, where are you?"
"I'm out taking care of something. I'll be back soon."
"All right, then come straight up to my place."
"Tell me what it's about first. I finally have a couple days off—if it's work, I'm not going."
"Hehe, you sure have a lot to say. It's not work. I had a suit tailored for you a few days ago, and it arrived today. Come try it on and see whether it fits, all right?"
"Oh, look at you. Why'd you buy me clothes? Okay, okay, I'm on my way. Wait for me."
After hanging up, Dong Xuebin was in an even better mood. This was the first time Hui Lan had given him clothing, wasn't it? She had given him a cricket jar when they went to Liulichang together before, but that had been more of a polite return gift. This was different—and it was clothing, a custom-made suit at that. It was not a matter of price. Just thinking about how Sister Xie knew his waist, chest, height, and inseam measurements so clearly made Dong Xuebin feel a warmth that touched his heart.
It took Dong Xuebin only ten minutes to speed back to the Family Compound.
He took the elevator upstairs and rang the doorbell several times. After waiting a moment with no response from inside, Dong Xuebin took out his key and opened her door himself. The moment he stepped in, the fragrance of shower gel wafted into his nose.