Nie Yixiao pondered for a few seconds, "Aunt Xia, don't panic, stay at home with Uncle Chu and wait for my message. Jiayi will be fine."
Yixiao has always been dependable. Upon hearing his reassurance, Xia Tingxuan felt somewhat relieved without reason.
After hanging up the phone, Nie Yixiao changed his clothes, stepped out the door, and drove rapidly to the Desheng Villa Area.
In the early hours, Huo Mansion was as quiet as a castle, completely silent.
Nie Yixiao parked his car, strode up to the iron gate, and rang the doorbell.
The shrill doorbell almost woke up the entire villa.
Inside, the lights lit up.
The servant hurried over and, seeing it was Nie Yixiao through the iron gate, expressed in surprise, "Mr. Nie, what brings you here at this hour... "
"Open the gate." The man's voice was sullen.
"Is there something you need, Mr. Nie?"
"I said open the gate and call your young master downstairs." His eyes had taken on a rare harshness.
