Shen Liangchuan went upstairs and entered the study room.
He read the script to kill time. but he couldn't digest it and kept staring at his watch.
It was nine o'clock at night.
Ten o'clock.
Eleven o'clock.
But she still hadn't returned.
Shen Liangchuan frowned impatiently and proceeded downstairs.
The servants on the first storey were already sleeping and the whole house was empty. He could vaguely hear the sounds of car horns from the distance.
He suddenly walked out, started the car and left the villa.
When he reached villa 18, as his car pulled over at the door, he heard a bright and clear laughter. The bustle here was a stark contrast to the coldness in his house.
Shen Liangchuan frowned.
He had used to enjoy peace when Xia Yehua wasn't around.
But now, he had suddenly realized that such bustle was what he loved the most.
He parked his car and entered the house.
