Yan Xixi hid in the inner room, unable to see his face, but she could hear his whispered conversations. Their voices were very low, and they talked for about ten minutes.
Then, that person's voice gradually became louder, politely saying, "Third Young Master, take good care of yourself. I won't disturb your rest any longer."
Wan Donglin replied just as politely, "Thank you for running this errand, much appreciated."
It wasn't until the door closed again that Yan Xixi walked out.
She clearly saw Wan Donglin pick up a lighter and set fire to a document he had just read. Soon, the document turned into a heap of ashes in the nearby ashtray.
Wan Donglin kept his eyes closed, and no one knew what he was thinking.
She stood next to him for quite a while before he slowly opened his eyes.
For some reason, Yan Xixi felt that from this moment on, Wan Donglin was suddenly different from the person she used to know—though she couldn't say exactly how.
