Fortunately, Feng Wanting said nothing more. He took the phone and promptly called Wei Ziyun.
Ten minutes later, the roar of an engine tore through the night. A flashy Ferrari stopped outside the chaotic barbecue stall, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
Wei Ziyun threaded his way past the tables with a look of disgust, whipped out a hundred-yuan bill with a flourish, and handed it to the cashier. "Keep the change."
Rubbing his brow, he approached the two men waiting in the corner for him to rescue them. "Are you two out of your minds? What kind of kink is this, coming here for a date in the middle of the night?"
Feng Wanting: "..."
Pei Yang: "..."
"And you, Feng Wanting, how could you actually forget to bring money?" Wei Ziyun asked. "Don't you keep emergency cash in your car? Want me to leave a stack in there for you? You couldn't even scrape together a hundred yuan. Aren't you embarrassed?"
Feng Wanting answered honestly, "I didn't drive."
"Then how did you get here? Don't tell me you wandered over on a stroll."
"By bicycle."
Wei Ziyun: "..."
He truly couldn't understand it. His gaze flicked between them. "Are you two cosplaying college students to relive your first love?"
Neither of them paid Wei Ziyun any attention. Feng Wanting and Pei Yang exchanged a glance and headed outside in unspoken agreement.
Wei Ziyun drove them home. Once inside, he still couldn't resist running his mouth. "Oh, living together already?"
Feng Wanting sneered inwardly.
It's only a one-week trial of living together.
Wei Ziyun knew Feng Wanting had no intention of asking him to stay. He poured himself a cup of tea and drained it. Just as he set the cup down and prepared to leave, he remembered something and furtively