The night was deep.
In the villa, the servants had already gone to rest one after another, but Uncle Li still waited in his crisp suit.
Since the young master had not yet returned, there was no reason for him to rest.
After what felt like a long time, the sound of an engine finally came from the entrance.
Uncle Li immediately put on a smile and stepped outside, just in time to meet He Jingyao face-to-face.
He Jingyao took off his coat and handed it over, his voice tinged with a hint of hoarseness, "Where's Zhixi?"
"The Young Mistress has already gone to bed."
He Jingyao nodded his head and paused before asking, "What did she do today?"
Uncle Li thought for a moment, "The Young Mistress stayed in her room all day, it seems she was reading."
"Good," He Jingyao smiled and turned to walk upstairs.
The room was dimly lit, but a lamp had been left on at the entrance.
