Hello, Heir

Zhuang Nainai was stunned once more.

She simply stood and watched as the butler called two bodyguards, who, grabbing Gu Xingshan roughly on each side, carried her out. With Gu Xingshan’s rants fading into the distance, the room was soon left with just Si Zhengting and her.

She looked toward Si Zhengting.

He was still cold and indifferent.

But she sensed that the Si Zhengting now was no longer the same man that had carried her into the car.

The coldness of before had been calming, like a refreshing breeze in summer.

But the coldness now was a piercing, bone-chilling, wintry cold.