Relished the feeling of tormenting Liu Huaiying's favorite things bit by bit.
Just like how the other side liked to do it in his presence over and over, contacting Leh Ying time and again.
Facing the cold wind of the late autumn, the high rises of the building stood desolate and lone.
As dusk faded, the curtain of night was about to fall.
But observing Mr., his silhouette was utterly solitary.
Seeing the incoming call on his phone, Xu Jingxi leisurely slid to receive it, stepping into the elevator.
On the other end, his uncle asked him, "Are you alright, are you coming back to the country? I'm worried about you."
Not sure if it was from lack of sleep, Xu Jingxi sounded lethargic, "Come back for what? I don't believe the authenticity of that recording."
The Crown Prince, always autocratic and self-centered, had the recording but didn't believe it.
