Madam Bo heard that Li Qiyu had come back and ordered the servants to fill the hall, ready for a confrontation.
"Madam, she really is back, I saw with my own eyes the Young Master carrying the Young Lady out of the car," Aunt Pan reported breathlessly from the terrace.
"Carrying her?" Madam Bo's face turned grave. She knew her grandson well, and for the past two years, he had not even wanted to touch a finger of Li Qiyu's.
At the entrance, a handsome man walked in holding a woman in his arms.
Li Qiyu had just woken up. Her towel had been removed and her hands were untied.
"You were spying on me."
Bo Yeyuan's brows furrowed, his intimidating gaze fixed on her. Was this woman not asleep?
"Glaring at me is useless, I know everything..." Li Qiyu chuckled lightly, "Could it be that you've fallen for me?"
"Yeyuan, what is the meaning of this?" Madam Bo asked with a feeling of constriction in her chest.
