Taking the initiative to court favor

In the bedroom.

Lin Hanxing had not returned since the day Luo Mingwei was buried.

She sat in front of the dressing mirror and took off her jewelry.

In the mirror, Lin Hanxing's delicate face was white and almost transparent. Compared to when she was at the Lei family, she seemed to be wearing a frost mask.

"Ninth young lady, the clothes that Shen Shu 'er is wearing are yours!"

As the most considerate little Butler of the ninth miss, Jiang Xibao would never mistake her for someone else.

Lin Hanxing smiled indifferently, like a jasmine flower in full bloom under the moonlight.

The hearts of the people watching couldn't help but tremble.

She got up and knocked over the box that Jiang Xibao had placed on the table. The gold bars were lying on the White European coffee table.

Knock, knock, knock.

There was a knock on the door.

Lin Hanxing used his eyes to signal Xi Bao not to clean up.

It was Lin Jiaojiao. Lin Hanxing should be calling her cousin.