What was this supposed to mean?
Soon, the Red String of Fate changed again. It started pointing a bit East and then slowly raised upwards. Shortly after that, the Red String of Fate turned parallel to the floor and pointed towards the door.
Ding Dong.
Ding Dong.
The doorbell sounded.
Zhang Ye went over and opened the door with his head filled with questions, “Ah, Dong Shanshan?”
The school belle was standing outside the door with the clothes she was wearing during the day. However, she was holding onto two luggage bags that Zhang Ye had seen her use at the airport.
Dong Shanshan flicked her hair charmingly, “Why? We haven’t seen each other for only two or three hours, right? Why are you staring so widely? Don’t you even recognize your old classmate?”
Zhang Ye said, “That’s not it; I’m wondering about the reason why you are here? You know my address?”