Jiang Jingheng's gaze lingered on Zhao Xiyue for a second before shifting away.
He gave a barely noticeable nod and headed upstairs.
"Jing Heng, where are you going?" a female voice called out.
It was a wealthy lady sitting next to Zhao Xiyue. She had fair skin, well-maintained, looking only in her thirties.
Most importantly, she looked very similar to Jiang Jingheng, especially those peach blossom eyes.
Jiang Jingheng ignored her and continued walking upstairs.
"Jing Heng is really something, Xiyue came to see him, yet he shows no gratitude," a nearby lady commented.
Yin Manqing's eyes flashed with a trace of displeasure, but only for a moment.
She turned to Zhao Xiyue and smiled, "He just got back from abroad, probably too tired, don't mind him."
"It's okay." Zhao Xiyue smiled.
She looked towards the second floor, a trace of disappointment flashing in her eyes.
He was still as indifferent as before.
