Pu Garden.
Shi Jingzhou glanced at his watch again.
It was half-past ten in the evening, and she still hadn't returned.
He sat on the sofa with a stern face, silent.
Uncle Xiang was so intimidated by his current mood that he didn't dare to approach.
"Young Master, why don't you give the Young Madam a call?" Uncle Xiang, well into his years, couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere that Shi Jingzhou alone created.
Shi Jingzhou said coldly, "No need. You go back to your room and rest."
Seeing this, Uncle Xiang heaved a sigh and still chose to retire to his room first.
The vast living room was left with only Shi Jingzhou.
Images of Qiao Zhiyi and that pretty boy embracing would occasionally flood into his mind.
The smile on her face at that moment was bright and splendid.
She had never smiled at him like that.
She indeed liked that person.
He was curious to see if she was planning not to come home tonight.
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