Miankong Bar.
Ruan Xixia asked directly, "What's the important matter you mentioned over the phone?"
Ji Yemo gazed at her, his deep, dark eyes brewing with traces of pain.
"I'm sorry." The three words spilled from his thin lips, causing Ruan Xixia to freeze on the spot.
After a moment, she smiled and moved slightly closer to Ji Yemo. She wore a red dress today, the fiery arc swaying with her movements. Her smile was bright: "What have you done that needs apologizing to me?"
She was smiling, but the laughter didn't reach her eyes. Her gaze at Ji Yemo was no different than looking at a stranger.
Ji Yemo pressed his fingertips to his brow, "Xixia, I've told you, I will be responsible for you. So, there are some things I want to tell you."
"Oh? What is Ji's great young master hiding from me? Is it a woman outside, or maybe a man?" The allure in Ruan Xixia's eyes almost transformed into a temptation, countless men in the bar were frequently casting glances her way.
