Suddenly, without another word, he rolled off her, quickly put on his clothes, and then picked up her clothes to dress her.
An Ruo didn't react at all and could only let him do as he pleased.
Soon after he had dressed her, the man picked her up and strode out of the presidential suite.
The car drove in dead silence, with An Ruo not speaking or showing any reaction the entire way.
Her demeanor was like that of a person with no desire to live, and it would tug at the heartstrings of anyone who saw her.
The car stopped at the villa, and Tang Yuchen carried her into the living room.
"Young Master, you're back," Uncle Tao approached, greeting him respectfully.
Tang Yuchen walked past him, striding towards the stairs. Only after his figure had disappeared did Uncle Tao lift his head, shaking it while he sighed softly.
He had watched Tang Yuchen grow up and knew of his violent temper.
It's just such a pity for the Young Lady, such a beautiful soul...
