In the past, whenever she fought with him, rubbed against him, or embraced him, he would always indulge her, always yield to her.
But now, he was immensely impatient.
Those women outside, too, liked to lean on him, to crawl into his bed.
His money and power made everyone rush to him, that was all.
In the middle of the night, when it was silent, no sound could be heard anywhere.
Xu Chaomu was still sitting in the bushes, her eyes swollen from crying. If she had a mirror right now, she would certainly look awful.
Li Beiting had already returned to Weiyang, Ji Shengxuan was still waiting where he was. Most of the people in the house had already dispersed, Ji Shengxuan had his legs crossed, sitting on the couch, slowly savoring his drink.
"Found her?" Ji Shengxuan's voice was calm, showing no sign of emotion.
"No." Li Beiting grasped the edge of the table; only then did he manage to support himself.
He was utterly exhausted.