Yang Meilan was suddenly stunned, looking bewildered at his figure disappearing at the stairway.
She stood there, dazed, not knowing how to react.
She was just left there.
Just like every time before.
Whenever Ye Mingmei appeared, Yu Xiuzhun's eyes would no longer have her shadow.
"Miss Yang, Mr. Yu might be busy now, shall I take you back first?" the butler approached Yang Meilan and asked respectfully.
...
Upstairs.
Yu Xiuzhun kicked open the door and carried Ye Mingmei back to his room.
Placing her on the bed, seeing her comfortably nestled with the quilt, he sat by the bed, quietly watching her, feeling an immense sense of calm.
"Yu Xiuzhun, move away... I don't want to see you..."
Ye Mingmei muttered, her small face burrowed in the bedding, her cherry lips moved slightly.
Her words instantly darkened the expression of the man who was still in a good mood.
Even in her dream, she hurried to drive him away, just how much did she dislike him?!
