Li Beijue returned to the Li family when it was nearly 11 o'clock in the evening.
The Lincoln stopped in front of the extravagant castle-like building, and as he got out of the car, servants greeted him respectfully along the way.
"Young master."
"Good evening, young master."
"Young master."
The cold-faced man walked through the crowd and headed straight to the second floor luxury suite.
Once inside the room, he immediately tugged at the collar around his neck in frustration and threw it on the sofa, his handsome eyebrows and eyes faintly revealing exhaustion.
Huo Yi followed him inside.
Seeing him sitting on the sofa rubbing the bridge of his nose.
With keen insight, he poured a cup of hot water for him and placed it in front of him, "Master Jue, have some water."
"Hmm."
Li Beijue picked up the water cup. Maybe the movement was too large, pulling on the wound on his shoulder, he paused, groaned slightly, and his thin lips, as if asking for a kiss, looked a bit pale.
