Xu Haohao stepped over the threshold, watching the sunlight filter through the carvings in the wooden door.
"Mr. Feng Huaimu is in the study," the butler pointed somewhere ahead.
Xu Haohao nodded, curiously walking toward the study, her eyes darting around, full of inquisitiveness.
Who would have thought, although Feng Huaimu was such a cutting-edge top racer, his home was quite vintage; she had previously thought it would be very modern.
About three to four meters outside the study, Xu Haohao suddenly stopped, her face a bit awkward.
It seems she wasn't the only one looking for Feng Huaimu today; there were others?
From the half-open study door came intermittent talking sounds, and it seemed to be... a woman's voice?
A woman's voice?
Xu Haohao tensed up, instinctively clasping her hands together.
Feng Huaimu had been putting it off, saying he was considering it, perhaps because he had a woman he liked?
