Xi Xinyi cried until both her eyes swelled. She lifted a hand to cover her face as she watched Han Yifeng disappear, leaving behind an empty staircase. Some time had passed before she turned to leave in a daze.
However, just as she stepped out of Han Yifeng's villa, her red eyes suddenly flashed with a coldness. Her face was gloomy as the sky before a storm and she whipped her phone out to swiftly made a call.
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On the other end, Han Yifeng had booked Xi Xinyi a flight ticket at 9 a.m. the next day to San Francisco. When Secretary Wang delivered the San Francisco villa keys to West Park, he saw a huge group of reporters outside, so he entered from the back door.
