Ye Mingmei was completely silent.

Going back with anyone is just going back; there’s no need to involve the innocent because of her.

She took out her phone quietly and called Jin Chenye, telling him she needed to leave early for something.

Jin Chenye was momentarily surprised but didn’t say much; he just reminded her to stay safe and hung up.

Ye Mingmei put down her phone and looked up, just in time to see Yu Xiuzhun coming out of the bathroom after showering.

His short hair was still dripping with water. With a casual shake, he created a misty spray in the air.

Meeting Ye Mingmei’s slightly dazed eyes, Yu Xiuzhun tossed the towel in his hand over to her.

He walked up to her.

"Dry my hair."

"I don’t want to."

Ye Mingmei glanced at the towel in her hand, then at the man in front of her, and without thinking, she threw the towel back to him.

"Huh?" Yu Xiuzhun raised an eyebrow in displeasure.

"You’ve got perfectly good hands and feet, why can’t you do it yourself?" Ye Mingmei met his raised eyebrows and mustered the courage to argue back.

"Ye Mingmei, do you think that just because I show you some leniency, you can start a riot in front of me? I’m asking you to dry my hair, and you dare talk back?"

Yu Xiuzhun grabbed her hand and forcefully placed the towel back in her hand, lifting it to his hair.

"I like you drying my hair. Got a problem with that?"

"..."

Ye Mingmei paused, glanced down at him, not wanting to argue about such a trivial thing.

Yu Xiuzhun wasn’t someone who listened to reason; there was no need for her to suffer for nothing.

She might as well do it.

Ye Mingmei gripped the towel tighter and gently rubbed it across his forehead, softly drying his hair.

Yu Xiuzhun’s anger dissipated the moment he saw her compliance.

He sat on the sofa, half-closing his eyes to enjoy.

After Ye Mingmei finished drying his hair, he reached for her phone, "Screen lock password."

"What do you need my phone for?" Ye Mingmei watched him cautiously, feeling a bit nervous.

"Password," Yu Xiuzhun repeated without explaining.

Seeing Ye Mingmei guard herself against him like he was a thief, he lowered his face in displeasure.

"My birthday," Ye Mingmei answered softly, realizing he might not know her birthday, she quickly reported a number.

Before she could finish her sentence, Yu Xiuzhun’s long fingers swiftly moved on the phone, unlocking her screen.

Ye Mingmei was stunned, her mouth slightly open as she watched him dial a number on her phone.

The number was unfamiliar to her; she didn’t know what he intended to do.

Her mind was consumed with thoughts about his earlier actions.

Yu Xiuzhun actually knew her birthday and didn’t even hesitate as he input the password so quickly.

Ye Mingmei’s gaze at him subtly shifted.

Then she heard his lips part slightly, "Send a set of clothes over, and also book two tickets back to the USA. I’ll send over the ID numbers shortly."

After saying his piece, he efficiently hung up the phone.

Using Ye Mingmei’s phone, he swiftly keyed in a set of numbers and sent a message.

Compelled by some unknown force, Ye Mingmei craned her neck to take a look.

She saw him input her ID number without hesitation. Her eyes widened in shock, unable to hide the surprise in her gaze.

If remembering her birthday was a coincidence, then what about the lengthy ID number?

Ye Mingmei’s heart was pounding.

"Found me handsome, staring at me like this?" Yu Xiuzhun finished sending out both IDs before finally looking up.