"I'm going to take a shower; wait for me in the study."
He Xizhou said impatiently.
"Yes."
Lin Yuan dared not say anything, dared not ask anything. Had it come to the point of taking a bath, and still pretending like nothing happened?
He wasn't a fool.
How were these two planning to pull this off covertly?
Mr. He Sr. wasn't someone to take lightly; were they really planning to do this under everyone's noses?
Never thought President He was so reserved and yet liked to play such thrilling games.
Lin Yuan kept all his complaints to himself and obediently went to the study.
Shen Wanxing sat in that car for a long time before she entered the house.
"Madam, your hand is bleeding again; let me bandage it for you," the maid named Huanhuan, who was very kind to Shen Wanxing and particularly eager, said, "I saw the live stream of your competition, and it was brilliant. Those people have no vision, actually suspecting you had a ghostwriter. Can't they see your injuries?"