This voice sounded somewhat familiar.
Ye Jia would always arrive at school early every Monday because on these mornings, this person's voice could be heard on the broadcast.
It was a sound with a coolness that carried a hint of clarity, very clean.
She slowly turned her head, looking incredulously toward the figure behind her.
Ning Yunsu directly ignored Ye Jia.
He merely handed a document that Ye Shaohua had dropped to her, "It's getting late, I'll head back first. See you tomorrow."
He smiled at Ye Shaohua before walking away and getting into his black car.
Ye Shaohua took the document and turned to walk into the villa.
Ye Jia was completely dumbfounded, she incredulously looked at Ye Shaohua, "How did your things end up in Ning Yunsu's car?"
Her efforts in studying so hard, in diligently learning oil painting, were only to get a bit closer to that person.
Ye Jia wanted to ask more.
But Ye Shaohua didn't even bother to answer; instead, she simply had the gate closed.