After settling those matters, Lin Qingyi hurried back to the villa.
When she pushed open the front door, only a dim floor lamp was lit in the living room. Tang Zhiwei was sitting on the sofa, his long, slender legs crossed, a book in his hands. He looked up the moment he heard the sound. The warm light cast soft shadows across his well-defined features, but it could not hide the worry in his eyes.
"You're back?" He set the book aside and walked to the entrance in a few long strides.
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