Ye Jin led Xi Ming through the quiet road that led to her house, her mind racing on how to explain to Ye Ruan that Xi Ming may have to live with them for quite a long time. She occasionally glanced at Xi Ming every minute to check how he was doing.
Xi Ming may have been fated to be a future evil tyrant, but the Xi Ming of now, though he always donned a cold expression, was still, at the end of the day, a seventeen-year-old teenager—a kid who was most likely traumatized by the event that had just occurred.
Soon, they reached her home and saw Ye Ruan standing by the door, his arms crossed with a stern expression on his face.
"Where have you been?" he asked, his voice firm.
Ye Jin hesitated for a moment, then plastered a sweet smile on her face. "We went to the night market," she lied sweetly.