A gift for you (3)

Lin Hanxing cast a sidelong glance at the Butler.

"Mr. Gong is inside,"

The Butler came back to his senses and hurriedly replied.

Lin Hanxing did not say anything else and went up the steps.

The black dress set off her white hair and fair skin, and the coldness spread in the air.

Every step he took felt like he was stepping on people's hearts.

It was obvious that the servants had cleaned the villa in the morning. The floor-to-ceiling glass that had been smashed by Jiang Xibao had been replaced with a new one, as if everything that had happened last night had never happened.

The villa was a little stuffy.

Gong Chen was sitting on the sofa, expressionless.

There was no longer any trace of drunkenness on his cold face.

When his gaze fell on Lin Han's starry hair, his dark pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart felt as if it had been pierced.

The color of blood slowly faded from Gong Chen's lips.