At lunch, He Yingdong casually ate two dishes, then took his suit and stood up, turning around to leave.
It seemed like today's return for a meal was just a ritual; what he ate didn't matter, as long as he left right after.
Old Madam He handed He Wenyu to the maid and hurriedly chased after him.
"Yingdong! Stop right there!"
He Yingdong's tall figure stopped at the door, his thick eyebrows furrowed, suit draped over his shoulder, and a slight expression of impatience on his handsome face.
"Yingdong, how can you do this?"
He Yingdong kept silent with a cold face.
Old Madam He leaned against the door frame, "You child, how can you do this?"
"Haven't I already come back? What more do you want?" He Yingdong's tone was very harsh.
