After treating ye Wenwen's arm, it was already past ten O 'clock when they returned to the Li family.
After li beixiao instructed the Butler to prepare a guest room for ye Wenwen, he took ye qingge upstairs.
Ye qingge turned around awkwardly and smiled at ye Wenwen, telling her to rest early.
He took ye qingge back to her room. It was the first time she had entered li beixiao's room.
It was very empty inside, and the whole thing was white, showing his serious mysophobia.
Li beixiao took off his suit in disgust and threw it into the trash can.
"Why did you throw away such good clothes?" It was obvious that the suit was hand-made and not cheap. Why did he throw it away?
"You didn't see the blood on it?" When they got out of the car, ye Wenwen lost her balance and fell toward him. Even though the flames had blocked her, his sleeve was still stained with blood.
"Wen Wen didn't do it on purpose, I'll help you clean it up!"
