Ling Xi went downstairs to the dining room.
He saw li Junting sitting at one end of the table, eating quietly.
The sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling window shone in and covered his hair, making his black eyes light brown.
His black eyes made him look dark and deep, while his light eyes made him look even more indifferent and cold.
Ling Xi didn't know why, but at that moment, he suddenly had an illusion.
Even though the person sitting there was li Junting, who was willing to walk out of the black bedroom and walk under the sun ...
However, in reality, his heart seemed to be even more closed.
When Ling Xi sat down, li Junting did not even bat an eye. He completely ignored her.
The smile on uncle Zhao's face gradually froze.
Even he had noticed the strange atmosphere between the two of them.
Although the second young master was willing to leave the bedroom, he did not seem to have become much more alive.
"Uncle Zhao,"
