He Died Because Of You

The butler pulled a luggage in front of Xia Yanran.

Xia Yanran was a woman who Xiao Yi doted on before, so the butler's attitude towards her was still as respectful as ever. "Miss Xia, these are the things you left in the villa."

Xia Yanran glanced at the luggage, before she glanced towards the completely pale Xiao Xi. Her throat was a little tight. "Where's Xiao Yi?"

Xiao Xi's long eyelashes fluttered, as a weak smile appeared on her pale lips. "Auntie Xia, how dare you still ask about my Uncle Xiao?"

Xia Yanran clenched her hands into tight fists. She stopped looking at Xiao Xi, turning her eyes towards the butler sharply instead. "Where did Xiao Yi go?"

The butler opened his mouth, "Sir, he…"

"Butler, lead the guest out." Xiao Xi coughed a few times, interrupting the butler.