Jin... what Mei?!
After hanging up the phone, Yu Mingyi was still pondering whether he had just misheard, or if his father had really said that?
Impossible, right?
But among the great works of world literature, past and present, it seems there's only one book with that name. Why would Dad want him to read it?
Completely confused...
Mr. Yu thought today was truly an inexplicable day; everyone seemed so strange. All these bizarre reactions happening at once left him clueless about what was going on.
As he pushed the door open, he saw a bundle on the bed.
Qian had wrapped herself up in the quilt.
"Are you asleep?"
"No..." Qian's muffled voice came out from under the covers.
Her face was practically on fire now.
