Rose secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
Thank god! Thank god, Yu Yan's attention was diverted. Her master's plan must not be ruined.
But she wasn't at ease for long, as the doorbell rang again soon after.
Yu Xi, who was on the sofa, looked very tired as he rubbed his temples. He had aged. He had really aged during this period of time and lacked the strength to do anything.
But it was as if he had gotten a strange disease that made him age very quickly; he couldn't stop it at all.
"Rose, go and open the door."
Rose opened the door obediently—it was Yu Meng.
"Xiao Meng, it's you ah. Why are you here?" Rose appeared flushed and her heart was racing.
What was she going to do? Why did this girl come over? She wasn't worried about that Yu Yan at all, she was easy to fool, but this Yu Meng was different.
This girl was crafty. She seemed very casual, but she was craftier than anyone else. She was almost…
