Chapter 78: Doesn't She Ever Get Tired?

Moreover, the weather forecast said it would snow tonight. With this in mind, Qiao Yucheng continued speaking.

“If you freeze to death, you won’t live to see your family arrive.”

After hearing his words, Lin Nanxun’s face finally showed a hint of hesitation.

Yes, if she froze to death, she would never meet the villain again.

“Come inside with me.” Qiao Yucheng glanced at the two-story house nearby, then kindly said to her, “From the first-floor window, you can always see what’s happening outside.”

After Qiao Yucheng finished speaking, Lin Nanxun, who had been hiding in the car, finally reacted. After serious consideration, she carefully got out of the car.

He wasn’t someone who liked meddling in others’ affairs. Having spent so many years navigating the treacherous world of show business, he was well acquainted with the darkness within the human heart. Even so, when he saw this unfamiliar girl, who bore a resemblance to Yu Mo, he still wanted to help her.

Lin Nanxun stepped out of the car and, only then, lifted her head to scrutinize the man before her.

She suddenly felt that he possessed a certain familiar aura—an inexplicable sense of familiarity that gave her the courage to get out of the car.

Seeing that she had left the car, a faint smile appeared on Qiao Yucheng’s face. He then turned to his agent and said, “Go ahead and open the door.”

“Well, I won’t interfere anymore. As long as you’re happy.” The agent shook his head in resignation, walked up to the door, and began entering the code.

The door opened.

Lin Nanxun stepped into this unfamiliar house.

The living room on the first floor wasn’t large. After entering, Lin Nanxun stopped in front of the window, a spot from which she could always see the car outside.

If the villain came looking for her, she would spot him immediately.

Qiao Yucheng sat down on the sofa, turning to observe the girl who stood by the window, ever watchful of the outside world.

“Now that you’re home, you should get some rest. I’m heading back; I have a mountain of media to deal with today,” the agent sighed.

“Mm, just take a cab back. Leave that car here,” Qiao Yucheng glanced at the girl waiting for her family, then addressed the agent.

The agent nodded, but as he was about to leave, something occurred to him and he turned to ask Qiao Yucheng, “By the way, you’ve had your phone off, and the Qiao family called several times asking about you. How would you like me to respond?”

“I’ll explain everything to them myself in a few days,” Qiao Yucheng replied calmly.

Upon hearing this, the agent finally left.

Once the agent departed, the living room was plunged into quiet.

Qiao Yucheng glanced at the girl who stood silently by the window, waiting, and sighed softly. He picked up the remote and turned on the television.

Only when the sound of the TV filled the room did he lean back tiredly against the sofa.

He drifted into a light sleep, and when he awoke, the girl was still standing as before, her expression unchanged, watching the window with intense focus, as if afraid she might miss something.

He raised his hand to check his watch, and was surprised to find that two hours had passed.

Wasn’t she tired?

He pondered this, then turned to her and suddenly spoke.

“It’s so late now. Whoever you’re waiting for probably won’t come.”

He meant well, hoping she would stop waiting and rest for a while.