"You don't have to say anything. Butler Zhang, take them upstairs immediately. No one is to disturb them tonight!"
"Father, we can't do this …" Jiang Peihua wanted to say something, but was ignored by Old Mr. Rong who ruthlessly turned around and left.
She knew that nothing could be changed now.
The servant carried Rong Yan into the bedroom and laid him down on the bed. Mo Xiyan stood beside the bed, gazing at his handsome face obsessively, before waving at the servants behind. "I'll look after him, you can all leave."
The servants looked at each other in dismay while Butler Zhang nodded and dismissed them.
Silence filled the air in the bedroom not long later.
Mo Xiyan sat on the bed, grazing her fingertips affectionately and slowly across Rong Yan's handsome face. She admired his handsome eyebrows, long and narrow eyes, high nose bridge, sexy thin lips and finally stopped when her finger was on his beautiful chin…
