But it was just fleeting, Si Mo's gaze quickly diverted away from her, moving elsewhere, as though she were a stranger.
She then saw Si Mo walk away, arm around a cold and stunning woman.
Xia Yiwan felt a chill in her heart, watching blankly as Si Mo left her sight.
"It's untied."
Not until man's voice echoed in her ears did Xia Yiwan remember her own hair.
Turning her head for a look, sure enough, it was untied.
"Thank you." Xia Yiwan muttered her thanks, feeling her mind in chaos.
What is Si Mo trying to do?
Who is that woman?
"You look upset. Why don't you go out and get some fresh air?" The man sincerely suggested.
Xia Yiwan shook her head and went upstairs.
Behind her, the handsome man looked at the hair wound around his finger, revealing an inscrutable smile.
On the second floor, there was a lounge prepared for guests. Xia Yiwan had just walked in and sat down when a figure flashed in from outside and the door was shut.
