Remembering Meng Ruo, he restrained the urge to post on Weibo and opened WeChat first.
There were already 99+ messages beside her profile picture. His heart had been hanging in suspense; now it finally gave up.
{Aaaah! Song Yunxing, I'm going to kill you!}
{You promised you wouldn't date! What happened to being lifelong sworn enemies?!}
{Go look at Weibo! Trending searches about you two are everywhere!}
{The PR department has exploded! Jiang Huaizhi has gone insane! Nothing can clear your names now!}
{I should've gone with you. Boohoo...}
{Don't tell me that Shen brat really swept you off your feet! Can't you reconsider?!}
Most of what followed were voice calls, none of which he had answered.
The last message had been sent five minutes ago.
{Come pick me up. I'm at the airport.}
Song Yunxing helplessly turned off his screen and called toward the bathroom door.
"Shen Yanci, I'm borrowing your car to pick someone up."
Water rushed inside the bathroom. Shen Yanci didn't respond.
The airport was only ten minutes or so away anyway. He would be back soon.
Song Yunxing picked up Shen Yanci's car keys.
But Meng Ruo had been incredibly fast. Had she already rushed from Capital City to Yuan City?
Wait. It had only been about an hour since their livestream ended. Even if she had boarded a plane as soon as she saw it, she would only just have landed. When would she have had time to message him?
Standing at the suite's door, Song Yunxing opened his phone for another look.
Soft footsteps sounded in the silent corridor.
His scalp suddenly prickled, and he accidentally pressed the button that turned off his screen.
In its reflection, he could see a well-built man standing about a meter behind him.
As the phone