Mr. Satan, let's meet tonight!

Shang Xi looked at the phone, which had already been disconnected and was now making a dial tone.

I was a little confused.

Earlier it was said that Si Tingye and Mu Pianran returned to London to prepare for the birth of their heir, but then it was said that...the two were unaware of this.

Isn't this a contradiction?

After staring at the phone in her hand for a long time, Shang Xi was suddenly awakened by the ringing of her phone again.

He then put down the phone, stood up, and hurriedly went to the bedroom to get his phone.

The moment the call connected, the man's low, indifferent voice came through, "Awake?"

"Ah."

What would you like for lunch?

Shang Xi looked at the caller ID on the screen with a puzzled expression, seemingly finding it rather strange.

After confirming that it was indeed a man, she answered softly, "Mr. Si, is there anything you would like to eat? I'll have the maid make it and bring it to you."

Si Tingye paused slightly when he heard this.

He tapped the table with his hand and asked again, "What do you want for lunch?"

"I also can."

"Okay, Yin Xiu will come back to pick you up in twenty minutes."

After saying this, the man hung up the phone.

London, at the very end of the East End, at the entrance to the woods.

Looking into the distance, you can see an ancient castle sitting halfway up the mountain.

At this moment, Si Chengfeng was sitting on a rocking chair on the balcony, swaying gently.

A gentle breeze was blowing, and a weathered gaze was fixed on the moon.

Behind him stood a middle-aged man dressed as a butler, whose face, illuminated by the moonlight, bore a striking resemblance to Hall.

"Will Miss Shang believe what you say?"

To be honest, the old gentleman's Chinese wasn't very good. He felt there was something wrong with the grammar in the conversation, but he wasn't quite sure.

“Whether you believe it or not is not the point.” Si Chengfeng turned his head and looked at him. “Fei’er, I have to say that your brother really disappointed me. He went to the capital to take care of Tingye for just over a month and ended up disabled.”

Fei'er is the middle-aged man standing there, who is also Si Chengfeng.

He is Hall's younger brother, and both of them serve the Si family.

Upon hearing this, a hint of worry flashed in Phil's eyes, but he still did not plead for her. "What the old man says is true. Hall has indeed disappointed you. But fortunately, you still have Miss Pianran as your pawn."

Si Chengfeng squinted and pulled the wool blanket around himself, uttering a sentence indifferently, "That Miss Shang Xi is indeed very outstanding. Although she doesn't have any inappropriate thoughts at the moment, she can no longer stay by Tingye's side."

This grandson is his pride.

The Si family hasn't had such an outstanding bloodline for many years. If a woman were to break all their rules, she would have to disappear.

Phil sensed a hint of murderous intent in his voice.

He couldn't figure it out for a moment, but he was also worried about his young master who was far away in the capital, so he had to ask tentatively, "So, does the old gentleman mean that if Miss Shangxi doesn't leave on her own, you'll send someone... to kill her?"

Upon hearing this, Si Chengfeng simply chuckled softly, then looked at the photos on the table beside him.

“This girl is very talented, it would be a pity to kill her. It would be best if she were willing to leave, otherwise… But you are right, what I just said is indeed not something she can completely believe, so you will do something for me.”

“Yes, sir.” Phil lowered his eyes respectfully. “Please give your instructions.”

Si Chengfeng's face lit up with a wicked smile, and he said in a low voice, "Make a flawless video as soon as possible. You know who the protagonist is. Send it to Miss Shang Xi later."

"..."