Two days later, Xia Wanru returned from England and stood in front of Qiao Sinan. Qiao Sinan could hardly believe his eyes.
He had never thought that the person he loved would be his puppet, his follower.
Until now, her appearance made his heart beat faster. Only then did he know that her company had long been like the spring wind and rain, carving her into his heart.
"You... ... back? " He suppressed the excitement in his heart.
She left just like that. Of course, he didn't want to admit that he had fallen in love with her.
In front of her, he was always the high and mighty second young master. He needed her worship and obedience.
"I'm back!"
"Why are you back?" His tone was cold.
"Is the revenge over? Can you let go of everything now?" She did not answer him, but asked him a question instead.
The person she had been thinking about day and night was right in front of her. She wanted to rush forward and hug him tightly.