Han qiqing walked into the house, her heart beating faster with every step she took.
She was very nervous and flustered.
Her heart was beating at an alarming rate.
However, when she looked over to the living room, she did not see the figure that she had missed so much.
Inexplicably, a sense of loss welled up in her.
The Butler went up to her and said, " young master is not back yet. Miss, would you like to have dinner first? "
Han qiqing glanced at her and asked, " where's Li Yizhen? "
The Butler said, " Miss Li just came back not long ago. She's in the guest room. &Quot;
People come, ghosts come.
Li Yizhen stepped on a cotton mop and walked down. Her steps were graceful, and she twisted her waist as if she was on a fashion show.
"Xiao Qing, you're back? Why did you come back so late?"
Han qiqing didn't even want to look at her.
This was her home.
Did she still need to tell an outsider when she was coming back?