Yan Luoxi, holding the sobering soup, came out of the kitchen, her gaze swept around the living room once, the variety show still playing on the TV, yet the person nowhere to be found.
She placed the sobering soup on the coffee table, walked around the living room terrace without seeing anyone, and subconsciously headed toward the bedroom.
Light seeped out from the hallway, emanating from the study. She hurried over and immediately saw the man sitting behind the desk, looking at a photo in his hand.
"Why did you come here?" Yan Luoxi entered, spotting the intimate photo he was holding in his hand, her expression suddenly changing, "Hey, why are you rummaging through my things?"
"What is this?" Li Yeqi flicked the photo with his finger, a dark storm brewing in his pitch-black eyes as if it would devour everything next, including her.
She reached out to snatch it, but her arm was a little too short. In an attempt to retrieve the photo, she leaned over the desk in an awkward pose.
