"Hmm." Xia Weiyi now felt an inexplicable urge to cry, and even though Ye Che had repeatedly assured her, for some reason, she just felt that letting go would mean losing him forever.
However, no matter how scared she was inside, she had to be strong now, she could not become Ye Che's burden anymore. Xia Weiyi tried to squeeze out a slight smile, nodded, and said, "Hmm, I'll wait for you to come back."
Only then did Ye Che feel relieved. He gave Xia Weiyi a glance and then turned to walk towards his sports car.
The servants, having seen a police car drive out of Xinhong Garden, began to discuss among themselves:
"Young Madam, the young master won't be in trouble, will he?"
"It's my first time seeing the police come to our house."
"Yes, yes, Young Madam, should we do something?"
Xia Weiyi watched Ye Che's retreating figure, tall and straight against the light, each step exuding a monarch's poise.
