The next morning, Ye Xiong woke up to find the person beside him already gone.
He had returned too late last night; it was almost midnight by the time he finished showering. He didn't know if Yang Xinyi was too tired or just worried about her father's illness, but she showed little interest in his kisses. Ye Xiong couldn't get his way, so he had to settle for holding her all night.
In the past, sleeping while holding a beautiful woman would have driven him mad with frustration, but now, he was getting used to it. Or perhaps, he was just growing numb.
Downstairs, Tang Ning was sitting in the living room while Yang Xinyi cooked breakfast in the kitchen. Chen Xiao and Vermilion Bird were nowhere to be seen.
"Where are those two?" Ye Xiong asked Tang Ning.
"They knew you were back, so they didn't come home at all last night," Tang Ning said.
"They were out all night? Where did they go?" Ye Xiong asked, curious.