He Jingyao walked into the living room and from a distance saw a woman sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding a brochure, completely absorbed in it.
He raised his eyebrows, deliberately lightened his footsteps, and slowly walked to her side.
Zhixi still didn't notice his arrival, muttering to herself, "...this one graduated from Oxford, but this one is more handsome..."
"What are you doing?" He Jingyao asked in a deep voice.
"Ah!" Zhixi was startled and looked up abruptly, finally noticing He Jingyao's presence.
She immediately tossed the brochure onto the coffee table and cheerfully threw herself into his arms, "Jingyao, you're back."
The man wrapped one arm around her, conveniently sitting on the sofa, while his other hand picked up the brochure, "What are you looking at?"
