The sight of her pretending to be strong even when clearly frightened made his heart ache.
He didn't want to see her acting in this stubborn manner. He missed the days when she was a goofy and naive girl.
Even if it pained him, he didn't want to see her this way.
The pain deep in his heart slowly spread, intensifying with each moment. The intensity in Di Mingzhe's eyes gradually receded, eventually replaced by his usual nonchalant demeanor.
After softening the fierceness of his gaze, Di Mingzhe didn't acknowledge Di Xiaxia but turned his eyes towards Fang Hao and asked, "That villa is still bare-bones, right?"
"Yeah," Fang Hao nodded, "If we start furnishing it now, it'll take two to three months. But why are you against Xiaxia moving out, Boss?"
Fang Hao was both curious and nosy.
"No real reason," Di Mingzhe replied casually, gracefully putting the rice in his chopsticks into his mouth, "It's not very safe for a girl to live alone."
