In the past, only Miss Yun could affect his emotions like this.
After all, people in love are the most unpredictable.
Thinking of the clothes he had sent out and the accessories he bought back, Housekeeper Chen had a suspicion in his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh softly.
In the end, he didn't dare to ask anything.
After all, their master's mood wasn't good today.
Yan Yan returned to the bedroom, turned on the light, and saw the familiar scene inside the room.
Because of his request, Wang Ma almost never touched the things in his room.
As a result, nothing in his bedroom had changed in two years, still maintaining its appearance from two years ago.
Even the half-used face cream she left was still sitting on the cabinet, expired but not thrown away.
Everything was faking the appearance that she was still here.
Looking at the familiar bedroom, the man gradually revealed a hint of weariness in his brows, along with a layer of pain in the depths of his deep eyes.
