"Heh, breaking that thing won't kill you," he said, hands in pockets as he strolled leisurely upstairs.
"Served him right."
The butler was somewhat shocked. This Third Young Master was really heartless towards his father.
But a servant like him had no place to speak on matters of his masters; he just needed to do his own duties well.
As he passed by Ning Qinghua's room, Ning Zihuan paused momentarily, a mocking curve forming on his lips.
Such a big incident, yet she hasn't shown her face; truly someone who can keep her composure.
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The room was dark. Ji Die fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp and placed the bowl on the nightstand.
Under the dim glow of the lamp, the man on the bed had his eyes closed, his features bearing traces of time, yet more mature and handsomely rugged.
She sat at the edge of the bed, gazing at him. She couldn't help but reach out to touch his face. Feeling the warmth of his skin, she recoiled as if stung, her heart pounding rapidly.
