Zaizai was also tired today, and obediently nodded his head, "Okay."
Liang Anya arranged Zaizai into the toddler bed, turned off the light, and patted Zaizai to sleep.
Seeing the little one's thick eyelashes close and his breathing even as he entered sweet slumber, Liang Anya sat up, tiptoed out of the room, and made her way along the corridor to the study.
The door to the study wasn't locked and opened at a push.
Inside, she cursed Si Yuheng a thousand times in her heart, but stepped into the study anyway.
The room was pitch black.
Not daring to turn on the lights and risk attracting the attention of the mansion's servants, she took out her cell phone to use as a light source.
In the dim light from the cell phone, the study was neat and orderly, its decor understated yet luxurious, with earth-toned handcrafted furniture that reflected the owner's taste and his family's extraordinary background.
