Uncle Deng was so shocked that he almost mistook the brake for the gas pedal. Was this still the cold and indifferent second young master of his family? All these years, he had always been one to hide his emotions, even when the media reported on him, he either had an icy face or a poker face.
Yet, he actually held this woman named You Xi in his arms and cried, which was simply too bizarre.
Perhaps sensing Uncle Deng's astonished gaze, Li Yeqi raised his hand to wipe away the tears, quickly reverting to his aloof, icy demeanor. The transition happened so fast that Uncle Deng thought he must have been imagining the tears.
He licked his lips and asked in a dry voice, "Second Young Master, where are we going now?"
"To Vanka Hotel Apartment."