"Ye Feng, take Xia Qingqian to the United Kingdom by helicopter. Return home in a week as planned," Beitang Yao said as he watched Xia Qingqian coming down from the second floor.
She wore a simple, princess-style dress, looking like a princess stepped out of a fairy tale, waiting for her prince to take her away from the ivory tower.
Would this prince be Beitang Yao? He wasn't a prince, nor would he fall in love with the woman before him. Yet, he couldn't understand his own actions for her recently.
When one doesn't understand what they are doing, it means their heart is gradually sinking, sinking.
A servant walked behind Xia Qingqian carrying a small suitcase. She stopped about two meters away from Beitang Yao.
"Young Master, there's no need to trouble Night Wind Housekeeper. He's busy; there's no need to trouble him with my matters. I can go alone." She believed the Young Master was worried about her injury, "Moreover, my injury has healed. I can take care of myself."
