Yet the malice in Yin Bowen's heart did not betray a trace on his face, quickly saying thank you here and thank you there.
The young lady did not linger long before leaving.
Yin Bowen personally escorted her out of the courtyard door.
The night descended, and even the moonlight was absent tonight; the wind picked up, seeming to indicate it might grow fiercer.
The weather forecast said there would be a storm at midnight and the next few days wouldn't be good weather.
After bidding farewell to Yin Bowen, the young lady returned to her own home, entered the house, went up to the second floor, her bedroom facing directly towards the Yin Family.
Sitting by the desk, the young lady gazed at that high-end villa, her heart raising many questions.
Was she overthinking?
Her intuition... what Yin Bowen said, did, even his gentlemanly demeanor seemed... very false.
"Yang Xiaoxue, come downstairs and eat some fruit!"
