Leng Hao returned to the villa in the evening.
He handed his briefcase to the maid and looked around. The house felt a little empty and quiet, like something was missing.
"Where's the young madam?"
"Young master, the young madam is not back yet."
Leng Hao looked down at the watch on his wrist. It was already seven o'clock in the evening, why was Ye Xiaotao not back yet?
He took out his phone from his trouser pocket and dialed Ye Xiaotao's number.
After a few seconds, the call was answered. However, it wasn't Ye Xiaotao's voice that came through, but Ye Ziyi's. "Hello, brother-in-law."
"Third brother, where's Xiaotao?" Leng Hao asked.
"Oh, Xiaotao sprained her ankle at school today. I sent someone to bring her to me. She was in pain and had been crying for a long time. I just coaxed her to sleep."
Leng Hao placed one hand in his pocket and frowned. "How did she get hurt? Is it serious?"
