Presented with such a view, Ye Sijue cursed under his breath.
"Ye, Young Master Ye?" Even though he was on the other end of the call, the assistant seemed to still be able to feel his terrifying presence, so the assistant lowered his voice instinctively, afraid of being implicated by Ye Sijue's anger.
Ye Sijue knitted his brows and said, "You don't have to come up! Investigate the matter first and find out who sent her! Also, this woman's identity… Find it out!"
With that said, he turned his gaze toward the little thing again.
That doll-like, fine-looking, little face shaped like a goose egg was smaller than his one hand, and the skin was as tender as a baby's.
This woman was actually just a young girl.
Ye Sijue was even doubtful. Is this little girl even 14 years old? She's didn't just graduate from elementary school, right?
This doll-face looked tender from every angle.