Thirteen drove the car and delivered Yang Xinyi to He Mengji's side.
This was a two-story residential building, a property of the He Family unknown to others.
Inside the house, stood three to four dozen members of the He Family, all waiting for orders.
"Ada, where is the young miss?" Thirteen asked.
"Upstairs."
Thirteen carried the person upstairs, where He Mengji sat on the living room sofa, deep in thought.
Seeing the young miss with her brows slightly furrowed, as if plotting behind screens, filled with an intellectual charm, Thirteen was momentarily enthralled.
"Did you catch her?" He Mengji snapped back to reality.
"Yes."
Thirteen placed Yang Xinyi onto the sofa and stood aside.
He Mengji walked over and looked at Yang Xinyi, stunning even in unconsciousness.
Whether out of fear or excitement, her face was as rosy as peach blossoms, even in her fainting state.
Her figure, skin, and features, every part of her was so beautiful.
