"My son." Fei Zhen's voice lacked any emotion, as if he were talking about someone unrelated to him. "Aren't you supposed to know better than me?"
Lu Yang's brows furrowed in confusion, but she didn't ask aloud. She wouldn't let herself get entangled and follow his lead. The negligence was over.
Lu Yang calmly stood up and stated, "Someone is picking me up, so I'll be leaving now. Goodbye, Mr. Fei."
Fei Zhen didn't stop her, but his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Jiang Yanzhou held an umbrella that hadn't dried yet, with one hand in his pocket and the other arm draped with a scarf. He stood under a streetlight, his tea-colored eyes shining brightly. As Lu Yang approached, warmth gradually spread.
Putting down the umbrella, he took two steps forward and stood in front of her, placing her hands inside the warm pockets of his coat and wrapping the scarf around her neck.
The temperature in Yonkers dropped suddenly.