"Okay, sir."
As soon as the nanny left his line of sight, Lu Lingxiao rose from the couch.
He didn't even bother to grab his overcoat, snatching up a set of car keys and heading out the door.
...
Ye Xi walked alone in the bone-chilling cold of the winter night, facing the wind.
This area was the most prime location in the city center, a whole district of villas, known for being a peaceful haven amid the urban bustle.
But because of this, it was almost impossible to see a taxi in the vicinity, let alone find an available one at this moment.
Especially in such extreme and harsh weather conditions.
At this moment, Ye Xi felt no cold at all; her eyes were even somewhat warm.
The cold wind sobered her up bit by bit.
Her hands, wrapped tightly in her overcoat, were still trembling.
She had been gone for over four years, and Lu Lingxiao's child was three and a half...
Her once sincere feelings had become a joke to Jing Ran.
