While Jiang Yingyue and Han Qingshan were in the queue, He Julong had rushed back home, his face dark and his mood horrible.
The moment he entered through the door to the He mansion, he did not go to find his father. Instead, he went upstairs to a room decorated as if it belonged to a princess. Everything was filled with frills and lace, everything was in pastel colors, mainly baby pink and light blue.
As he entered, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. Inside he saw his little sister lying in bed, her hands playing with her phone. She seemed as if she had no care in the world.
"He Yuyan!" he called out loudly, his words were like thunder in the sky, shocking her greatly and making everyone in the house quiet down. Even the old madam, the current madam, and the grandfather were rushing towards the bedroom when they heard how the young master was shouting at their little princess.
