The young man looked down at her and realized that she had just had a nightmare, and a trace of impatience flashed across his expression.
The scream was so loud that he thought something had happened.
Cowardly woman! He curled his lips disdainfully.
Xiaotong gradually regained consciousness and finally remembered him. "Oh, you are that person."
The young man who saved Huangfu Lin. The young man who was astonishingly beautiful.
The young man frowned in displeasure and finally said, "Don't yell blindly if you have nothing to do. It will disturb others' rest."
After saying that, he turned around and left, looking very rude to Xiaotong.
"Hey." Seeing that he was leaving, Xiaotong jumped out of bed in a hurry, "Wait a moment."
After a pause, she asked, "Where is Huangfu Lin?"
The young man seemed dissatisfied with her title, "Brother Lin hasn't woken up yet. If you have nothing to do, please don't disturb him."
Xiaotong paused for a moment, "Not awake yet, what do you mean?" Still sleeping?
The young man finally became impatient and turned around to leave.
"Hey." Xiao Tong was stunned for a moment, a little confused seeing his extremely unfriendly look.
It doesn’t seem like I’ve offended him, right? Then why are you trying to embarrass yourself?
"Stop!" she shouted angrily, very unhappy. She was forced to stay here by them, and she hadn't even lost her temper yet. What right did he have to show off to her?
The young man was very obedient. He stopped, and slowly turned around, looked at Xiaotong, and said in a sinister tone: "Do you know that in this world, except for Brother Lin, no one dares to use
Are you talking to me like this?"
He spoke very slowly, but there was a chill in every word.
Xiaotong was stunned and shivered inexplicably.
The boy was very young. He should be about the same as Xiaotong, but his whole body exuded a coldness.
I don't know who this young man is, but his aura is as compelling as Huangfu Lin's.
Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together.
Xiaotong was suppressed by his aura, and her confident attitude suddenly faded.
She forced herself to cheer herself up and mustered up the courage: "Where is Huangfu Lin? I want to see him."
The young man looked at her coldly and said, "When he is free, he will naturally meet you."
Xiaotong was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean?"
The young man's face was expressionless, "It's not interesting." Then he ignored Xiaotong again, turned around and left.
What does not interesting mean?
Xiaotong stood there in a daze, her bare feet on the carpet, unable to recover for a long time.
Well, since he didn't tell him where Huangfu Lin was, he might as well go find it himself.
After putting on my shoes and walking out of the room, I saw that this three-story French-style villa was very quiet. Everywhere was quiet. The wall lamps gave off a warm light, and the shiny marble floors and granite walls gave off a warm glow.
There was a cold and lonely atmosphere. It was probably late at night and everyone had gone to bed, so the house seemed particularly deserted.
This is a completely different place from Frank's home, but it is obviously a private villa. The house is very stylishly decorated, with a unique design. The Chinese classics have modern traces, and there is a sense of nobility everywhere.
"Is anyone there?" she called softly.
An old man with a white beard poked his head out from downstairs and said, "Hello, distinguished lady, I am the housekeeper here. My name is Henry. How can I serve you?"