As the two of them left for upstairs, only Meng Xiao and Yang Yi were left.
"Xiaoxiao, why is he here?" Yang Yi asked, wondering why Xiao Yansheng was here and what their relationship was. He unconsciously moved closer to Meng Xiao, who stepped back.
A small step equates to a great distance.
"Xiaoxiao..." Yang Yi was distressed. All his words of apology were stifled by Xiao Yansheng's presence, leaving him struggling to confront Meng Xiao.
Yang Yi coughed lightly and exhaled a puff of smoke before he managed to say, "I've been away on business for the past few days. I went to your house when I returned, only to find out that you had moved. I sent you messages on WeChat, but you didn't reply. I couldn't reach you on the phone...You're frail, Xiaoxiao, I was worried."