Xiaoyu knew Zhen Zhen was right, but her legs had gone weak, and she couldn't even stand up.
Seeing Xiaoyu's awkward predicament, Zhen Zhen hurried over to help her up, and the two of them walked outside together.
Unlike Xiaoyu, who couldn't wait to get away from there, Zhen Zhen had already gotten used to this sort of thing. After they'd walked a few hundred meters, she glanced back toward the east.
That was the direction Wang Yue had gone. His car was long gone, and so was he.
Zhen Zhen sighed inwardly, wondering when she'd get to see Wang Yue again.
They'd been apart for less than an hour, and she already missed him.
At the thought of missing him, Zhen Zhen couldn't help blushing.
By now, Wang Yue was almost out of Beijing when he suddenly heard the system's notification:
"Ding. Zhen Zhen's current affection level is 90."
Wang Yue was so taken aback that he couldn't help pressing down harder on the accelerator. He had no idea what had happened for her affection level to rise again.
After all, when they'd parted, their feelings had been at their most fragile. Wang Yue had thought that was the moment her affection level was most likely to increase, but it hadn't budged at all.
Now, an hour after they'd parted, it had risen to ninety.
How strange!
A young woman's thoughts really couldn't be guessed at.
Wang Yue drove on, musing to himself. He still didn't know where he was headed, but he had one important task: find somewhere to arrange a few plausible identities for himself.
Otherwise, no matter whether he was in the wrong, he'd have no choice but to run whenever he encountered the police.
Fortunately, Wang Yue was extremely skilled with computers, so getting himself