Chapter 83 Eighty Two

• I thought he would really leave, but he stopped midway. I gripped my clenched hand tightly as the cold night swept over my skin, and my body hair stood on end. I decided it was better to go inside.
• I stood up from my seat. Would he talk to me?
• "What are we going to talk about?" I could sense the tiredness in his voice when he faced me. It seemed like he had just arrived from his business trip. Had he come here first?