Wu SuYi's car would normally take half an hour to reach Han XiGuang's house but that day, she had speed up a little out of worries that Rui's safety was in danger.
By the time her car arrived, the servants let her in.
She didn't miss the two men standing near the door. Their eyes looking down on her was pressuring but she didn't mind it.
It wasn't her first time being subjected to such a dagger-like gaze. She had endured it for the eighteen years of her life.
Maksim narrowed his eyes by how brave Wu SuYi is. Olga spoke beside her, "It seemed she is the Wu's only daughter."
"So that's why she thought she could march into this house acting as though no danger would touch her. Spoiled brat," he scoffed.
When Wu SuYi arrived at the second floor, lead by the servant, she found Han XiGuang holding his hands together. His handsome face was always collected but now looking tired from concern and worries.
"Is this," she trailed as she looked at the face she missed looking so worried.
