Bai Qinghao took off his thick, large coat and placed it over her shoulders. He furrowed his brows in heartache. "It's cold at night. Don't catch a chill."
His coat was large and still carried his heat. Both her body and heart instantly felt warmed up. "I'm not cold."
He thoughtfully guided her towards the couch, as though his heart was hurting for his most cherished person in this world.
Butler Zhao Cheng held both his phones in his hands.
Bai Qinghao took them from him. He kept his work-use phone in his phone and unlocked the private one with his fingerprint. He began reading the messages in an orderly manner.
As expected, Fang Xinxin saw that all the messages she had sent him earlier were unread.
He tapped on their conversation and saw the first message from her: [A bastard who isn't even suited to hold my shoes…]
She glanced at it from the side. His expression had abruptly turned dark.
