She thought she would dream of the person she liked, but in the end, she had dreamed about Ye Sihan, who was fierce and demonic as he pinned her down on the bed and kissed her forcefully, scaring her awake.
The weather outside had already turned chilly.
The clock on the nightstand pointed to seven.
Xing Ling's nerves, jolted with shock, relaxed as she turned over, her chest still throbbing from the dream.
She was somewhat speechless, how did she end up dreaming about Ye Sihan, that devil? Just because she had taken his car?
What a nightmare!
The Rolls-Royce was parked outside, and Ye Sihan stepped into the foyer.
As soon as Uncle Wen greeted him, he heard the question, "Who is Tang Yu?"
The deep voice was particularly clear and intimidating in the silent night, leaving him momentarily stunned.
With piercing eyes scanning over him, Uncle Wen managed to say with a tight throat, "She... she is the mother of the children."
