Huo Sicheng: "Go to the restaurant, I want to have breakfast."
"Yes, young master."
While dining, Huo Sicheng was looking at the two messages sent by Gu Qingcheng, feeling very good, with the corners of his mouth turning up.
Her text messages were always so fierce, but although harsh, they carried her concern for him.
After breakfast, he went to a villa in the suburbs.
Ah Qing cautiously parked the car by the roadside and asked, "Young master, should I drive the car into Mr. Zhao's house?"
Huo Sicheng didn't speak, his narrow, slanted eyes dark and deep, gazing towards the distance.
The villa was surrounded by vegetable gardens and flower beds, and a woman wearing a hat was picking vegetables there.
The woman yelled, "Old Zhao, did you buy the fertilizer I asked for? The seedlings need fertilizing."
"I did, I'll bring it later," Mr. Zhao's voice replied.