She was becoming more and more curious about everything related to him... after all, this man was her husband.
As the title surfaced in her mind, Su Zixi suddenly felt shy, unable to resist pressing her burning cheeks against the bookshelf.
In that moment, she suddenly missed him very much.
Just then, footsteps sounded from behind her, clear yet unhurried, carrying an air of composure and elegance.
Su Zixi's heart leapt with joy as she turned around with a smile, but her smile quickly froze on her face.
"Uncle... Uncle?" She stammered.
The person who had entered was none other than He Yizheng.
He was dressed in a black suit, the somber color contrasting with his glimmering peach blossom eyes, somehow making him look both sexy and frivolous.
He Yizheng walked toward her step by step, his face wearing a gentle smile, "It's me. Why are you here alone? Where's Jingyao?"
"He had something to do and told me to wait for him here," Su Zixi pursed her lips, her voice slightly tense.
