Wan Jiang thought this idea was particularly good.
Zhong Yi leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes tiredly, and said, "Back to my own villa."
"Young Master Zhong, it's still early. If you go over now, the Huo Family might still be having dinner. Don't you enjoy the atmosphere of everyone dining together?" Wan Jiang remembered his words in his heart, hoping to cheer him up a bit.
He didn't dare to ask what Zhong Lingxiao had done to him in the living room.
It must have been something extremely humiliating.
"I'm not going."
"Why? Young Master Zhong, you..."
"If I go over like this, she'll be worried."
Zhong Yi said slowly, leaning against the side with his eyes closed.
He didn't need to use this kind of trick to upset her.
He wanted to see her but didn't want to meet her in such a miserable state.
Hearing these words, Wan Jiang only felt that Young Master Zhong was truly deep in affection.
Clearly, it was a great opportunity, but he couldn't bear for Miss Qiao to worry.
