Can those born into high society be the same?
Watching Xu Jingxi's figure enter the room.
Realizing only afterward.
Truly frightened by him, Leh Ying patted her head, "How could I suddenly forget the fingerprint... You didn't wait long, did you?"
He didn't skimp on showing his disdain, "Very long."
"..."
Sure, it was he who frightened her into such confusion.
Leh Ying cautiously glanced at the man's broad-shouldered back, then sneaked in through the door, closed it, changed her shoes, and slipped into the kitchen.
Shadows everywhere.
The last time Xu Jingxi visited her world, he kicked in number 185, trampling Carola Roses all over the floor.
She should've realized then that he was not a man to be trifled with, not allowing others to touch his things even slightly.
There were no roses for him to trample here, so he shouldn't be angry.
