Ye Shaochen pulled the woman off his body, threw her outside with a cold face, and then closed the door with a "bang".

Damn it, why was Huo Yunxi 's tearful eyes always in his mind? Unfamiliar heartache was overwhelming, almost drowning him.

"Young Master Ye! Young Master Ye, my clothes!"

Ye Shaochen grabbed the red coat on the sofa and threw it out. Then, he closed the door heavily again!

He had just heard her drive away, but he didn't ...