Once again, Yan Xiaye witnessed Shen Aili's stunned silence, her mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.
Yan Xiaye gave her no further opportunity to speak, waving her hand to instruct the maid to escort the guest out. Half pushing, half inviting, she had Shen Aili ejected from the Qin Family estate, closing the ornate iron gate right in front of her.
Stretching lazily, Yan Xiaye returned to her room, took a shower, and stepped out to find an exquisitely handsome man sitting on her sofa.
Her black-and-white eyes revealed a hint of surprise. She instinctively adjusted the height of her towel and asked curiously, "When did you…"
"About twenty minutes ago."
Li Yuntang leaned against the sofa, flipping through her reading notes. Occasionally, in a professor-like manner, he would jot down remarks. "Did she upset you?"
"You mean Shen Aili?"
