He Jingyao couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips.
Perhaps it was because he had just satiated himself, the anxiety and emptiness from last night to this morning had been swept away.
He wondered if Su Zixi had awakened. That afternoon, he had been too urgent, and his actions somewhat rough, she probably suffered quite a bit. Thinking of this, He Jingyao felt a bit guilty.
He glanced at the time, guessing that she was still sleeping, so he dismissed the idea of calling her.
...
The car soon arrived at the old mansion.
He Jingyao entered the living room and saw He Yirong sitting on the sofa, his expression even more grave.
He found it somewhat amusing and sat opposite him, "Dad, what's the matter?"
He Yirong gazed at him deeply, "You better tell me honestly, where did you go this afternoon?"
"Don't you already know?" He Jingyao smiled nonchalantly.
