Here He Came

After sending that, she looked up at the ceiling.

Smiling bitterly, she then slowly closed her eyes.

She thought she must be crazy or poisoned too much. Knowing exactly what might happen, she still came to the hotel.

Would he be a bad person, or was he just playing with her today?

He Xiyan wanted to know everything.

She wanted an outcome. Yes, what she waited for was a result. She must know it.

He Xiyan was sitting on a leather chair in the room, holding her cell phone tightly. She took off her shoes and held her knee, resting her chin on her knee.

She just sat there, motionless, like a sculpture.

He didn't return her message, so she didn't know if he would really come. Maybe it was just a prank, and she was just fooled.

Another two to three hours had passed.

It was already more than seven o'clock in the evening.

A white Maserati suddenly drove into the hotel's underground parking lot.