The coach raised his brows slightly at Ning Shile's reaction and teased, "You don't have a secret crush on Zheng Ye, do you?"
"Me?" Ning Shile blinked rapidly, as though he'd been caught out, and stammered, "I don't even know him. How could I have a crush on him?"
Then Ning Shile stood up, seeming in much better spirits. He put his phone away and raised his brows at the coach. "Come on, let's race again!"
It was already a week later when Ning Shile returned from the ski resort.
He paid a paparazzo a hefty sum for the address of the Zheng Family villa, bought some nutritional supplements, and knocked on their door that very evening.
Ning Shile didn't even know what he was doing. After seven days away, he hadn't even gone home. The moment he got off the plane, he'd inexplicably taken a taxi straight to the Zheng Family home.
By the time he came to his senses, Ning Shile had already rung the doorbell.
Click—
The Zheng Family's butler opened the door.
Their eyes met.
Only when he met the butler's puzzled gaze did Ning Shile snap out of his daze.
Wait... what am I doing?
Why am I acting like some obsessive fan?
But he was already here, and Ning Shile had no reason to turn back now. He braced himself and told the butler, "Hello, I'm here to see Zheng Ye."
The butler looked him over. Before he could speak, Zheng Mother called from the living room, "Who's here at this hour?"
"He says he's here to see the young master," the butler answered respectfully.
Then the butler looked at Ning Shile again. Strangely enough, he had never seen this young man before, yet the sight of him felt oddly comforting. "What's your