The Spyker C8 slowly stopped. Xi Haitang looked through the car window and saw an imposing building. In the endless courtyard, servants in neat uniforms stood in two rows.
He greeted him, bowed to him respectfully, and greeted her at the same time. Tension immediately rose from the soles of his feet. Xi Haitang couldn't help but hesitate, and asked Gu Xijue doubtfully, "Is this...?"
"My home." He spoke concisely, took her hand and walked into the main room. The moment their fingers intertwined, her body visibly stiffened.
"President, why did you bring me here?" Xi Haitang tried hard to pull his hand back, but he still couldn't.
"Meet my son."
Xi Haitang was a little confused. Not long ago, this man was furious because of her meeting with his son. Why did he suddenly bring her to see him again? Isn't this moody?!
Faced with her hesitation, Gu Xijue explained calmly, "Yunhen has been at home recently because of his injury. He will start school again tomorrow. I hope you can do me a favor."
"Me?! How can I help?"
"Tell him not to fight with his classmates again after school."
Xi Haitang frowned, feeling something was wrong, "This kind of thing should be said by you as a father. We are not relatives, how can he listen to me?"
"Yunhen likes you very much. He keeps that photo on his bedside like a treasure. He will definitely listen to what you say."
Xi Haitang was slightly startled. She recalled the way the little boy hugged her tightly and was reluctant to let go when she was at Disneyland on Sunday. Her heart suddenly ached, and she felt sorry for the child who had not been loved by his mother since he was a child. "Okay, I'll talk to him.
talk."
Just as he was talking, a little boy wearing an exquisite three-piece suit appeared at the door of the main house. When he saw Gu Xijue, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he was about to run over, but then he saw Xi Haitang beside him. The little boy looked bright.