An Yue looked at Le Xi's profile and chuckled... Although she was just a talentless second-generation rich kid who lived her life idly, she was confident she could deal with someone like Le Xi, a white lotus.
Dang Feng and Dang Yang drove the car over.
Both An Yue and Le Xi got into the car separately.
Dang Yang and An Yue headed straight home, while Dang Feng took Le Xi home.
"Do you have something on your mind?" Dang Feng asked Le Xi in the car.
During dinner earlier, Le Xi clearly was not herself, appearing distracted, with a rather unpleasant look on her face.
Le Xi pressed her lips together and said, "I'm not feeling well."
Dang Feng glanced at Le Xi and didn't say anything further.
If a woman says she's not feeling well yet isn't sick... then it's probably her period.
Dang Feng drove Le Xi home.
"I'm going up now," Le Xi said.
Dang Feng nodded, "Have a good rest."
Le Xi nodded and turned away to leave.
