After returning home and telling Su Ye about Kaka's situation, Yang Yang went to the study. He did not come out until Su Ye had prepared dinner.
Although they had servants at home, Su Ye still liked to do many things herself. It felt different that way.
After eating dinner face-to-face, Yang Yang helped Su Ye wash the dishes. Once everything was cleaned up, they walked out of the house side by side.
Yang Yang had not said what he wanted to do from beginning to end, but Su Ye knew anyway.
Without bodyguards or assistants, the two of them strolled side by side along the road in the residential compound.
The dim streetlights cast the shadows of the trees on both sides across the road, stretching them out at times and shrinking them into indistinct clumps at others.
It was a feeling filled with peace and tacit understanding. Yang Yang found it extremely comfortable—so comfortable that he even wished this road would never end, that he and Su Ye could simply keep walking together forever.
But things did not go as people wished.
A hurried cellphone ringtone startled them awake.
The caller ID showed Ibrahimovic.
"We're at the entrance. Where are you?" As soon as the call connected, the Swedish Striker spoke in an impatient, flippant, and utterly baffling tone.
"I... I'm on the way," Yang Yang replied.
"Then hurry up. We're waiting for you." With that, the call ended.
Yang Yang looked at his phone, then turned to Su Ye. After thinking it over, he understood what was going on, but he was still puzzled. Was he really that easy to read?
Why did it seem as though everyone around him could guess what he wanted to do?
Seeing his expression, Su Ye suddenly giggled and slipped her