"What are you talking about? If it weren't for you back then, there wouldn't be me today. By the way, he's on vacation recently and will be staying at home every day. You need to keep your cool."
"Okay."
After getting the affirmation from Leng Yixing, He Ning left.
The night was deep, and the Leng Family mansion was silent.
A ghostly figure moved agilely through the living room and entered the utility room, cautiously making his way to the basement.
Standing at the door of the small room, he hesitated for a moment, but eventually opened the door with the key He Ning had given him.
The room was very simple, exactly as He Ning had described—barely habitable.
Yet, in this barely habitable room lived the person he cherished.
He took a few steps inside, and immediately saw the figure curled up on the bed.
The light in the room was still on. If it were turned off, wouldn't it be like hell? Leng Yixing thought to himself.
