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The Return of Zhai Heng

After sitting on the sofa for nearly an hour, Zhai Lin knelt in front of her, resting his head on her thigh for an hour, feeling dizzy.

A Bentley car drove into the mansion's gate, and a man with long legs hurriedly got out.

The butler saw his return and quickly approached, "Young Master, you're back so early?"

"Has Miss Jiang arrived?"

"She's already in Young Master's room."

"You didn't stop her?"

Taken aback by his questioning tone, the butler hesitated, "No, Madam received her, and she's currently working."

Zhai Heng's expression tightened, and he quickly headed upstairs.

Aunt Wu, who had been guarding the door, was surprised to see him. Wasn't Madam saying that Mr. Zhai wouldn't be back until this morning? What's going on?

She quickly stepped aside, respectfully greeting him, "Mr. Zhai."

Zhai Heng nodded, placing his hand on the handle of the mahogany door, pressing down and pushing, but the door remained unmoved.

Aunt Wu saw the usually gentle face turn cold.