A greedy thought suddenly consumed her: These things wouldn't belong to her, but could they belong to the child she was carrying?
However, the notion merely flashed through her mind before she immediately regained her composure.
"Xixi, if you like this place, you can come here often to enjoy it. That way, you won't feel too bored," he said.
She didn't respond, her eyes filled with confusion.
When they stepped outside, dawn was breaking.
The exterior of this old house projected a distinct, rustic grandeur. Merely looking at its façade, no one would suspect the priceless treasures it housed within.
A text message alert chimed on Wan Donglin's phone. He glanced at it and handed it to her. It was a joke: A man tried to drown himself but climbed back out when he found the river dirty.
A smile curled her lips.
「By the time Xu Xiaoya received the call and rushed to the nightclub, it was already evening.」
Inside the luxurious private room, the lighting was suggestively dim.
