Xiao Yi's goal was simple, that was, to let Xia Yanran live like a queen in the future. Like that, she could go to work if she wanted to, or not go if she did not want to.
He wanted to give her everything that other women had.
Xiao Yi never liked to talk about these things. He was a man who would fulfill his ideas. But Tang Chao's words reminded him that feelings needed to be heated too.
Xiao Yi came out of the clubhouse, his tall body leaning against the marble pillar. He was looking down, holding his phone and calling Xia Yanran.
He had one hand in his pants pocket, the other holding his phone, his well-defined face and facial features under the dim light were like an exquisite carving. His slightly drunk looking eyes were deep and dark, and was able to make people feel that he was aloof yet charming just by standing there.
The call got through but no one answered.
He frowned slightly and his sexy red lips pursed into a straight line.