Bored for over a month, Xia Weiyi thought to herself, is there any earth-shattering news to gossip about?
Just as she had this thought, a major event enveloped the entire A City.
That day, right after Xia Weiyi had breakfast and Ye Che had gone to work, she wanted to go out and play. However, the weather forecast predicted a brief thunderstorm in the afternoon, and Ye Che wouldn't let her go.
In the end, she was left at home with a house full of servants, staring at each other.
Xia Weiyi was lounging on the sofa, listlessly flipping through TV channels. When she got to A City's local station, the morning news was on. She was about to switch channels, eyes half-closed, when she saw a familiar figure on the screen.
The remote control in Xia Weiyi's hand dropped to the floor with a bang.
The figure on the TV was none other than Xu Mao.
At that moment, he was wearing handcuffs, head bowed, being escorted onto a police car by a group of prosecutors.
