The limousine was very quiet.
Just like before, He Ziting was checking documents on his laptop, his refined features exceptionally stern.
He wasn't much of a talker, often silent.
This side profile was still quite charming.
Ye Huanyan glanced at him, sitting quietly on the side applying her makeup.
Qiu Jin was tidying her slightly trailing dress hem, draping a coat over her, then busy collecting the most beautiful photos of the night to send to the media after slight processing…
Ye Huanyan held a cup of coffee, gazing at the fleeting city lights outside the car window, her beautiful eyes misty.
Lie Xunjue, you bastard!!
The He Family's estate was large, and in the nighttime, the fountain at the center of the gate was made particularly enchanting by the lights.
A young woman was arguing with the guard, her attitude arrogant, even a bit hysterical.
"I want to see He Ziting!!!"
"I'm sorry, Miss Xu, you can't... the young master is not home!"
