Leh Ying wanted to take a bath, but communication with the maid was fruitless, so she picked up her tablet and went into her room.
The maid, helpless, reported to the affluent young master one by one, "Just like a few days ago, she didn't eat much, complained about the heat, insisted on taking a bath, and wouldn't take no for an answer, her eyes would turn red."
The young master turned the steering wheel in a circle, frowning.
The words were the same as last night's, making it seem as though if he didn't return soon, she would turn the house upside down in protest.
It was already cold by the time Xu Jingxi returned at night, pushing open the door to the bedroom.
Leh Ying sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, lost in thought, with a brown chequered shawl draped over her shoulders, gracefully lifting her cup of sheep's milk tea to her lips, her silhouette lonely and solitary.
Lost in her own world, she didn't notice his return.
