Xu Ziqing's slender eyes narrowed as she glanced toward the door, noticing a pair of high heels on the shoe rack and, on the sofa, a woman's outfit that had just been dry-cleaned.
Her heart instantly understood, "A guest. Hehe, let me guess, the one who can enter my brother's bedroom must be... Xia Weiyi, right?"
"How did you know?" Shasha grabbed Xu Ziqing's wrist, fearful she might spoil things and blocked her path, "Xu Ziqing, you'd better stay here and sit for a while. Don't go upstairs."
"Are you afraid I'll disturb them?" Xu Ziqing's laugh was somewhat alluring as she patted Shasha's hand, adding, "I know, and it's not just that. Shasha, don't worry, I won't go back and disturb them. On the contrary, I want to help my brother take back Xia Weiyi."
Having said that, she sashayed towards Xu Zhiye's bedroom, silently opened a crack in the door.
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"Yiyi, I'll take you away. I'll take you to France."
