This side of Ding Yixin was completely different from the image he showed outside.
He looked relaxed, like he had returned to his own home.
He used one hand to undo the top button of his shirt and then walked toward the stairs.
The old butler finished tidying Ding Yixin's coat, but suddenly felt like he had forgotten something.
What did he forget?
The old butler stood there thinking for a long time, but he still could not remember.
"I really am getting old."
Ding Yixin walked upstairs to his own bedroom and found that the door was slightly open.
He frowned.
Did one of the servants go in to clean and forget to close it?
He was just about to enter when he suddenly heard a soft rustling sound coming from inside.
Someone was in there?!
Who was it??
Ding Yixin always hated people entering his room the most. Right away, he felt a wild anger rise inside him, like a beast whose territory had been invaded.
He pushed the door open hard and saw a dark shadow on his bed.
