"He Jingyao!" Zhuo Han's expression changed slightly as he looked at the man who had suddenly appeared.
He Jingyao gave a faint smile but said nothing.
He closed the car door, circled past Zhuo Han, strolled up the steps, and, greeted by Zhixi's delighted eyes, chuckled softly as he wrapped her in his arms.
"Scared, huh?" the man's husky voice fell into her ears with a reassuring strength.
Zhixi shook her head with tears, "I knew you'd come back, I'm not afraid."
"Good girl," he ruffled her hair, "Go inside and rest, leave this to me, okay?"
But Zhixi was unwilling to leave, shaking her head, "No, I'll just stay right here."
He Jingyao curved the corner of his lips but didn't refuse.
He turned to face Zhuo Han, looking at his unsightly complexion, and began speaking with a low chuckle, "Mr. Zhuo, to put your mind at ease, I must tell you that Miss Leslie will marry me sooner or later, no matter what happens."
