"Mr. Zhang, where is this place? Are you okay?"
Dane blinked ever so slowly as he shifted his gaze to where the voice came from. Ivy was still in the last step of the stairs, looking at him with eyes full of uncertainty and determination.
"In my home," he answered, causing creases on her forehead.
"Your home?" Ivy repeated, looking around the surroundings. "This is yours? Not Dominic?"
"Dominic Zhu won't buy something like this. I thought you'd know that by now."
"Uhm…" she cleared her throat and rocked her head. "It already crossed my mind, but I didn't expect that you'd own this place."
