125 Xiao Yan, don't call me master's wife at times like this_7

Could it be that they're not together?

With that thought, hope rose in Zhang Honglei's heart again.

Maybe there was still a chance for him, but for now, it was better to live it up.

As for what to do after running out of money, Zhang Honglei had completely stopped thinking about it.

...

After taking a taxi back to Left Bank Garden, Li Zhiyan first went to Han Xueying's place.

By this time, Han Xueying had changed into a thin, translucent nightgown. Wearing just the nightgown and with her hair down, she was ready to go to bed.

Unexpectedly, the doorbell rang.

"Who is it?"

It was late, and Han Xueying was quite guarded. If it was a man, she decided not to open the door.

After all, it was inappropriate for a widow to be alone with a man so late at night.

"Aunt Han, it's me."

Upon hearing Li Zhiyan's voice, Han Xueying let her guard down completely and opened the door.

"I was worried you might be bored, so I came to chat with you."