Listening to the strong heartbeat beneath her, He Xia's heart and mind wandered. Now thirty-one, He Xia had been with the Wei family for ten years. Wei Zhentian, as the Big Master of the Lingnan Chamber of Commerce, was busy with external affairs every day, giving her little affection, and even their conjugal life was half-hearted.
She closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of the moment.
"May I use your phone?"
He Xia asked earnestly.
"Mine doesn't have a signal either."
Earlier, the monk had snatched He Xia's phone, and while Su Xuan's phone clearly had full reception, he didn't dare give it to her now, "It's okay, my car is below. I'll drive you home."
After all, He Xia was still Wei Zhentian's wife. It wouldn't do to overstep.
He Xia nodded her head.
Eventually, Su Xuan carried her down to the foot of the mountain, but He Xia was still unable to walk; he had no choice but to put her in his car and drive her back to the Wei family.
The sky gradually darkened.
