Last night, although He Jingyao's attitude had hurt her deeply, she still worried and went to check on the bathroom, but unfortunately, the door was locked, and she couldn't push it open. She dared not make too much noise, so she had no choice but to give up.
Hen Bing's expression changed slightly, "The bathroom?"
He turned and strode over, pushing hard on the door, indeed unable to open it.
"Young Master?" He called out a few times, making a lot of noise, but still, He Jingyao didn't come to open the door.
It was then he realized something was wrong.
Hen Bing immediately reported to He Yirong, who with a stern face ordered several bodyguards to break down the door. It wasn't easy, but they finally got the bathroom door open, and He Yirong led the way inside. He found that He Jingyao was indeed in there.
He was properly dressed, leaning against the wall with his eyes slightly lowered, his complexion a strange shade of pale.
