C479 Appointment

When Song Zian returned home in the evening, it was already very late. Song Zian looked at the neon lights on the road as if he was used to the silence of the night.

"Zian, you're back." Yang Lele has been rubbing about the living room, just to wait for Song Zian.

"Mom." Taking off his coat, Song Zian shook his neck to ease the dizziness