She hoped that one day, Leng Mu would come back and sister Zhiyuan would come back as well...
That night, the maid looked at the clock. It was already eleven o'clock. They were about to turn off the lights and rest when the door of the villa opened and a gust of cold wind blew in. Leng Hao had returned.
"Young Master." The maid was overjoyed and immediately went up to greet him, "Young Master, why did you come back? Why didn't you give us a call when you came back? Let me heat up the dishes now..."
Leng Hao was dressed in a black coat. His entire body was covered in cold dew and frost. He changed his shoes at the entrance and looked upstairs. There was a hint of fatigue in the man's voice, but it was more subdued and gentle, "There's no need to heat up... Where's the Young Madam?"
