"Who are you talking about?"
Hanjie instantly stood up, bracing himself with one arm on the desk.
"Yu Xiuzhun went to the villa, looking for Mrs. Jie... Mr. Jie!"
Before Yao could finish his sentence, Hanjie had already grabbed the suit jacket next to him, stepped past him, and left the office.
...
Private villa.
As the sun set, the orange rays spilled over the green grass, enveloping it in warmth.
The flowers in the garden were beautiful, the buds swaying gently in the breeze.
Youxuan stood on the balcony, draped in a light coat, basking in the sunlight.
The soft light highlighted her delicate face, outlining an indescribable beauty.
"Madam, this is the freshly stewed chicken soup," the butler said as he brought the bowl of soup upstairs and respectfully stood behind Youxuan.
"Just put it on the table, I'll drink it once it's cooled a bit," Youxuan gestured towards the small tea table on the balcony with her mouth.
