Zhang Jingdong fantasized for a while about his date with Chu Yi tomorrow, then restarted the car, deftly maneuvered it, and the blue Bugatti Veyron quickly disappeared into the traffic.
Five minutes later, Zhang Jingdong picked up his phone and called Lin Xirui.
It rang four times before Lin Xirui answered: "Hello..."
"Where are you now? Why does it sound noisy over there?"
"I'm setting up a stall next to our school on the pedestrian street."
"A stall? Selling your own designed clothes?"
"Yeah."
"Alright, I'm coming over to check it out."
"Where are you now?"
"I'm at the entrance of your school."
"Why did you think of looking for me today?"
Hearing the slight complaint in her tone, Zhang Jingdong quickly said, "Don't mention it, I was stabbed with a knife a few days ago; just got discharged from the hospital yesterday and came to see you immediately. How about that, moved?"
"What... What? You were stabbed? Where were you hurt? Is it serious?"
