After returning from the private airport to the villa, Yu Jingrong remained silent throughout.
Li Chengyun, on the other hand, was tirelessly serving her, and despite Yu Jingrong's cold expression, he approached her differently than before, thick-skinned and carefully coaxing Yu Jingrong, urging her not to be angry, reassuring her that her sister He Lingling would be alright, and if she was really troubled, she could hit him a few times to vent her anger.
This side of Li Chengyun, where was the dignified and graceful demeanor like an Emperor when he was battling Li Fengnian? He was completely behaving like a henpecked husband.
Yu Jingrong's expression was grim as she lay lazily with her eyes closed on the daybed, not only worried about her sister He Lingling's safety but also pondering over the words Li Fengnian had said before he left.
Li Fengnian definitely wanted to sow discord; that was certain.
The human heart, it's the most fragile thing in the world.
