He didn't finish his sentence, but the danger within his words was crystal clear.
Dictator, tyrant—Ning Xia couldn't help but curse him a thousand times in her heart, yet she felt a bit frightened. From now on, she would need to be extremely careful, and must never let him detect her secret.
After dinner, Bo Siyan walked out of the dining room and immediately spotted a pile of clothes in the living room. A hint of surprise colored his eyes as he asked, "What is that?"
The butler respectfully replied, "Young Master, those are the clothes Miss Ning bought today."
"Clothes?"
Bo Siyan's dark eyes shifted to the person behind him—Ning Xia, who was tiptoeing, attempting to sneak upstairs.
All she wanted now was to quickly return to her room for a hot bath to soothe her shock. Could he not just pretend she was invisible for the moment... Her heart hurt!
