"Bang—"
Ye Zhanxing slammed the bedroom door shut, cutting everyone off from the inside.
"Zhanxing…"
Su Yiru nearly stumbled and fell when pushed aside, standing anxiously at the door, she turned and knocked on the door panel.
After calling out several times, there was no response from the study.
Su Yiru glanced at the servants standing aside and repressed the panic in her eyes, "Go back to your duties, all of you. Not a word about today's events to Miss Qin, or else the Ye Family will have no place for you, understand?"
"Yes, Madam."
The servants turned and left immediately.
Su Yiru furrowed her brows, looking at the tightly shut door with undisguisable desolation in her eyes.
After so many years, is it still the same?
Whenever it involves Jiang Yu, Ye Zhanxing becomes unreachable to everyone.
All her efforts over the years... and she still can't compare to a single finger of a dead person…
…
Private villa.
