Ouyang Hui pondered for a moment, and in the end, remained silent. Could it be that he had found out Lin Xiaozhu's whereabouts?
But if he had discovered Lin Xiaozhu's whereabouts, shouldn't he be happy?
But other than Lin Xiaozhu, Ouyang Hui didn't know who else could turn him into this state.
She knew very well the kind of man he was; even if the Grim Reaper stood before him, he wouldn't bat an eyelid.
She walked silently into the kitchen and instructed the servant to prepare dinner, making all the dishes Feng Jinghan favored.
After a while, Ouyang Hui took out a spare key and opened the door.
When she opened the door, the room was filled with smoke, as if there had been a fire.
Feng Jinghan hadn't smoked for many years, yet cigarette butts were strewn around his feet.
Ouyang Hui stepped inside, touched his clothes, they were still damp.
"Honey, what happened to you? Did you get soaked in the rain? Your clothes are wet, quickly change them."
