"All right, stop crying, come in with me." Li Xiaoyao, seeing that her mood had stabilized, casually tossed her a handkerchief.
Li Yinghua snatched it up to wipe her tears and nose, stood up, patted her behind, and asked softly, "Young Master, are you asking me to serve you in bed?"
"I..." Li Xiaoyao was left at a loss for words by her question. Do I fucking want her to serve me in bed? Do I really look like that sort of lecher?
He suddenly felt he shouldn't have appeared; he should have just let her cry it out here.
Inside the room, Li Yinghua sat by the table, eyes downcast, her long lashes quivering slightly in the lamplight, like a painting.
"In a few days, I will leave the Li Family," Li Xiaoyao said leisurely.
Li Yinghua looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, and asked pitifully, "What about me?"
Li Xiaoyao wanted to laugh but purposely maintained a serious expression, asking, "What about you?"
