Hello, Heir

Outside the Si’s mansion, a black and nondescript car was stationed alone.

The driver sat in the driver’s seat, not daring to breathe. He used the rear view mirror to look at the man who had been sitting there the entire afternoon, not saying a word.

He sat there, his gaze stern yet revealing a degree of loneliness.

Evidently, in the afternoon at the Civil Affairs Bureau, it was Sir who’d bullied Ms. Gu – no, she should now be referred to as Mrs. Si. Now, why did it seem like he was the one who was bullied?

His loneliness felt especially suffocating.

But, loneliness? Desolation?

The driver shook his head, shoving this weird idea to the back of his head.