Sikong Jingqiu swallowed hard, gritted his teeth secretly, controlled his emotions, and pretended to be indifferent to Haiyue's apology, "Follow me back to Sikong Manor first, and we will talk about these things after things calm down."
Haiyue lowered her eyes, stopped talking, and expressed her answer with silence.
Sikong Jingqiu raised his hand and wiped away the cold tears on Haiyue's pale face with his fingertips, then bent down, picked up the luggage bag on the ground, and hugged her out of the room.[
After greeting Ma Li who was standing at the top of the stairs, the two of them walked out of Xia Dongye's house and came to the door.
Butler Li has already opened the car door and is waiting.
Haiyue raised her head subconsciously and looked around.
Sure enough, as Sikong Jingqiu said, the reporters have been dispersed. Although there are still a few reporters who are unwilling to give up so easily, the sneaky reporters hiding in the grass not far away are no longer like before.
There were so many people that Haiyue was afraid that the child in her belly might be squeezed accidentally.
Haiyue didn't know what method Butler Li used to make those reporters leave like a group of hornets who were irritated.
They got into the back seat of the car together.
Butler Li's expression was the same as usual, without any change, and his eyes looking at Haiyue were not mixed with any emotion. He got into the driver's seat, quickly started the car, and drove away.
No one spoke, and there was silence in the carriage.
Although Sikong Jingqiu and Butler Li didn't say anything, Haiyue still felt that the air in the car was a bit heavy. She turned her face to the window, using this action to hide her inner uneasiness.
Suddenly, a building passed by.
Haiyue clenched her fists suddenly and shouted, "Train station! Ticket! I want a refund!"
Hearing Haiyue's voice, Butler Li slowed down and drove to a parking space on the side of the road. He turned around and asked in confusion, "Madam? What ticket?"