He Shiwen returned to the He family, wordless and with an angry face, she headed straight for the servants' quarters.
Her assistant followed behind her, a nervous look on his face.
Just as He Ziyan returned home, he saw He Shiwen rushing towards the servants' quarters, his brows slightly knitting together as he followed.
It had also been a week since he last saw Zuo Aiai.
Ever since the last incident, he didn't want to cause her any more trouble, and indeed, as she had said, he should strive for a future rather than wasting time like this.
Moreover, he hoped that by working hard, one day he could hold her hand openly and without fear of anyone stopping him.
Yet every day when he returned, he still habitually glanced toward the room in the servants' quarters, even though it was impossible to see her it still gave him great satisfaction.
He Ziyan never thought that he too would have a day of infatuation.
