He Jingyao smiled, "Alright, since you like it."
Su Zixi, feeling rarely assertive, was filled with a sense of accomplishment. Just as she was about to press the play button, the theater's internal phone rang.
He Jingyao frowned slightly, showing some displeasure.
Su Zixi reluctantly picked up the phone and greeted, "Hello?"
"Young Mistress." It was Uncle Li's voice. He paused before continuing, "Please tell the young master that the master is waiting for him downstairs."
Su Zixi was greatly surprised, "The master?"
"Yes, father is back," He Jingyao gently rubbed her head, "I'll go down for a moment and will be right back."
"Should I also go down to meet him?" Su Zixi was a bit panicked.
He Jingyao chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll arrange a formal meeting for you two in a couple of days. Today is not a good time."
Relieved, Su Zixi smiled and said, "Then go ahead, I'll wait for you here."
…
When He Jingyao reached the downstairs, he saw He Yirong sitting on the sofa, scowling.
