He Jingyao's slightly rosy thin lips curved into a smile that was not quite a smile.
His gaze fell on Zhixi's face, capturing her pretentiously cold and impatient expression in its entirety.
"Miss Gu, how long do you plan to sit here?" his voice contained a hardly noticeable amusement and indulgence.
"I will stay as long as I please." Zhixi said coldly, her eyes still on the screen of her phone, "By the way, Mr. He, didn't you say you wanted to discuss Xiaobao's custody with me? I think this issue indeed needs a thorough discussion."
He Jingyao's eyes dimmed slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "What are your thoughts, hmm?"
Zhixi involuntarily shivered at the rising tone of his voice...
