"Fine," He Jingyao said indifferently, "but get rid of this woman first."
"It's just one night, what are you afraid of?" He Yirong said with a gloating smile, "This girl is so timid, she won't do anything to you."
"Father." He Jingyao's voice was deep, as if suppressing anger.
"You haven't eaten much for lunch or dinner." He Yirong softened his tone, "I'll have Hen Bing make you some supper. Eat with confidence, do you think I could drug you?"
Really, one after another suspects that he would use such methods; did they think he was so despicable?
He Yirong rubbed his chest, feeling that the day had indeed been exhaustingly tough. Although he had tricked the boy into returning under the guise of being ill, his own discomfort was real.
After instructing Hen Bing with a few words, he temporarily turned off the surveillance and went to rest in his room.
