Ye Ling turned around abruptly, and the villa stood quietly in the night, not far away. She could see a person standing on the second-floor terrace, and it was none other than Sheng Junlie.
Thinking about how he had watched her and Sheng Ming walk side by side, Ye Ling couldn't help but feel a chill. She said in a low voice, "We were just talking about some company matters."
"He really likes to meddle," Sheng Junlie said with a hint of displeasure and disdain in his tone. "It's too late, don't wander around the estate in a white dress. People who don't know might think you're in a horror movie."
Ye Ling subconsciously looked down at her white dress and was momentarily speechless. Sheng Junlie's deep voice sounded in her ear again, "Stay there, I'll come to get you."
Ye Ling thought it was just a short distance and along the path. "Just give Wang Wang something to do, she'll lose interest in playing after a few days," he said.
