He Was Acting Like A Father

She sneakily walked into the villa, changed into the bathroom slippers and quietly tiptoed to the master bedroom.

"Xiao li!"

Xiao li went numb and her feet rooted onto the ground. An incredibly familiar voice sounded. Xiao li's hand clenched tightly into fist. Her palm was wet with perspiration.

'Crap! how did he end up in the living room and how come I didn't see him?!'

Xiao li turned around to face where the voice came from. With a domineering aura, Jingyi Wang was sitting on the couch. The man did not appear like he was in a good mood.

At that moment, Xiao li could feel a storm brewing. The atmosphere became tense and strained in an instant.

Xiao li considered walking out of the house, but her feet did not move.

"Where did you go?" His pleasant and deep voice exuded a hair raising coldness that froze her from head to toe.

Xiao li walked over and stopped a few meters away from him.