This typhoon lasted for three days, with raging waves and fierce storms.
The He Family Old Residence was brightly lit.
In the study, He Ziting was engrossed in reading a book.
The strong wind and rain outside couldn't affect his mood at all.
He truly was a mysterious man.
Yan Xiruo stood at the doorway, staring at He Ziting for a long while.
"Ziting, reading a book! I hope I'm not disturbing you!"
He Ziting looked at her and slightly furrowed his brows, "What are you here for?"
"When Auntie was home, I used to come here often. But now that she's not here, I don't know who to turn to when I'm feeling down."
He Ziting chuckled softly, "I know your intention, but unfortunately, you're mistaken. I can't help you."
Was her intention that obvious?
These past three days, He Yingdong almost blew up her phone with calls, but she didn't dare to answer.
He had made it clear that if anything happened to Li Jiaqi, he would hold her responsible.
