Di Xihuang was stunned. Her voice was calm, like stagnant water, unable to raise even a ripple.
Slowly leaving her body, he collapsed beside her. He didn’t know what to say. Silence spread between them, trapping them in a small space.
A sudden knock on the door broke the silence, tearing a crack back to reality in the enclosed darkness.
As he walked to the door, he coldly turned back and warned her, “You’d better not think about sending any messages. You’ll only embarrass yourself.”
“How long do you plan to imprison me?”
Di Xihuang didn’t answer. Opening the door and using the hallway light, he could vaguely see her curled up and shivering at the head of the bed. He wanted to approach but knew he no longer had the right to do so.
It seems that Brother Yifeng’s response strategy has seriously disrupted Di Xihuang’s plan; otherwise, Di Xihuang wouldn’t have returned to Hong Kong to take charge. Should I do something too? But what can I do? Even if Liu Qiusi is using me, Dong Baichuan and Dong Yifeng truly care about me.
For their sincerity, I should do something for them.
Although I know their plan, I can’t transmit information back to Hong Kong. Since that night, all phones in this villa have been controlled. To make a call, it must be transferred through the main machine in the old witch’s room. Our phones were confiscated, meaning all communication tools are in their hands. How can I send a message back?
I looked towards the study upstairs. What should I do?
“Mother, I’m not sure if Xihuang has eaten on time. When he gets busy, he forgets about these things. I’m really worried.”
A sweet voice drew Ou Xueman’s attention. Sitting across from her was a woman with delicate features, dressed elegantly, exuding the gentle demeanor of a well-bred lady.
Ou Xueman coldly snorted inwardly. Tian Muxiang Hui, the stepdaughter of the old witch, had arrived by helicopter that night. They usually spoke in Japanese to prevent her from understanding, but today they conversed in Cantonese, wanting to show off. Hmph, she couldn’t be bothered.
Ou Xueman continued eating, unaffected by Tian Muxiang Hui’s words.
