"Not too fond of it, seems like women generally dislike this style."
Han Xi was looking around the room, afraid of missing any place where the roster might be hidden.
"Bro, my sister-in-law has barged in." Liao Tingting pushed open the study door in a rush, her voice breathless.
Liao Tingxiao glanced at Han Xi: "You go back to your room and stay there, I'll take a look."
Han Xi nodded, put down the ornament in her hand, and walked out of the study.
Just as she stepped out, she saw a woman standing in the living room, followed by quite a few bodyguards, the scene reminiscent of a mafia boss's woman.
"Stop right there for me."
Tang Jian pointed at Han Xi upstairs, her sharp voice filled with anger.
Han Xi acted as if she hadn't heard her, continuing to walk towards her room; she's not stupid enough to stand here and court trouble.
