Fu Han still had the matter of Xia Ning and He Xing's hotel photos on her mind, and she approached He Xing with a displeased tone, "We were just afraid that you would be powerless against their beating."
Before He Xing could speak, suddenly a young man came down from upstairs, his footsteps particularly grating in the vast living room.
Fu Han looked at the man, didn't recognize him, and noted he looked nothing like Luo Qinghe; she turned to Bai Wei, puzzled.
Bai Wei's cheeks turned slightly red as she stepped forward and asked with a smile, "Mr. Li, may I inquire if Luo Qinghe is at home?"
"What do you need him for?" The young man's voice was pleasant, which somewhat enhanced his otherwise average looks, and his face was adorned with a faint smile. "Lady Bai, I've just told Mr. He that my brother is not home today."
