Zhixi's heart suddenly softened.
This man was clearly at the center of the storm, yet he remained calm and composed, as if everything and everyone had nothing to do with him.
Or, is it that everything is within his plan?
Thinking of this, Zhixi suddenly felt a little puzzled.
Noticing Zhixi's gaze, He Jingyao looked up at her, his eyebrows carrying a smile: "What's up?"
"I feel like you seem very happy..." Zhixi couldn't help but blurt out as she walked over to snuggle against him.
"Do you wish for me to be downhearted?" He pulled her into his arms, chuckling lowly.
"Of course not..." Zhixi leaned against his chest, unable to resist fiddling with his collar, "So, is all this part of your plan then?"
"You really overestimate me." He laughed gently, "How could I have planned that He Yizheng is actually my father's son."
"Then... did you know about your own origins all along?" Zhixi still couldn't wrap her head around it.
Otherwise, his reaction was just too unreasonable.
