Wen Xinya stood before the French windows in the living room of the mansion on Mount Li, talking on the phone. Her casual expression turned solemn and cold after the person on the line said something.
Si Yiyan sat on the sofa with documents in his hands. However, his gaze kept landing on the person standing by the French windows. She seemed totally absorbed in her own thoughts, as though already forgotten that he was also in the living room.
Si Yiyan placed the documents in his hands on the tea table before him, walked up slowly to her, held her waist from her back, rubbed his lips on her ear, and said, "Who called? Did something happen?"
