When Shan Jinxi came downstairs, he had already taken off his suit jacket, gentlemanly hanging it on his bent arm and carefully hiding the document bag inside.

Su Xiaoyue's gaze towards him involuntarily intensified. She was surrounded by outstanding second-generation rich kids, but this was the first time she had encountered a man as resolute as Shan Jinxi, and her heart began to pound wildly.

"Mom, would you please have him stay for dinner?"

Su Xiaoyue spoke softly, and a shy, girlish expression appeared on her face.

Lin Wanhui saw through her daughter's thoughts at a glance, and moreover, she was very satisfied with Shan Jinxi's family background.

"That Jin Xi, you know Xiaoxiao and her grandfather, so you're practically a guest in our house. He'll be staying here tonight..."

"Mr. Su, where are Xiaoxiao's things from her bedroom?"

After giving Lin Wanhui a cold look, Shan Jinxi turned to look at Su Taihong before she could finish her sentence.

Su Xiaoxiao had only been gone for a few days, yet her bedroom had been emptied so quickly, which made him begin to feel disgusted with these people from the bottom of his heart.

“Brother Shan, my sister’s things are all in the storage room. She passed away suddenly, and Grandpa couldn’t bear the shock and fell ill. My parents were worried that seeing my sister’s things after Grandpa recovered would trigger painful memories, so they had the maid tidy them up,” Su Xiaoyue answered softly from the side.

Her soft voice made Su Taihong, who was standing next to her, understand the unspoken meaning behind her words.

He glanced at his youngest daughter, feeling a pang of emotion. He walked up to Shan Jinxi and said, "Jinxi, it's getting late. Why don't you have dinner before you leave? Uncle has a lot to say to you."

"Excuse me, where is the storage room? I'm looking for something."

Shan Jinxi neither agreed nor refused, but his expression remained cold throughout.

"Brother Shan, let me take you there."

Su Xiaoyue whispered a few words in Lin Wanhui's ear, then volunteered to walk up to Shan Jinxi, but she didn't get too close to him, maintaining the composure expected of a lady.

Shan Jinxi did not object.

As he headed to the storage room, he carefully handed the clothes hanging on his arm to the bodyguard behind him.

"Give me the clothes, I'll hang them up for Brother Shan." After leading Shan Jinxi to the storage room, Su Xiaoyue walked up to the bodyguard with a smile to take the clothes.

"I'm sorry, our CEO doesn't like strangers touching his things."

As the bodyguard spoke, Shan Jinxi had already entered the storage room.

His face immediately turned cold and stern when he saw Su Xiaoxiao's clothes piled up haphazardly.

He picked up a broken photo frame and looked at the mischievous picture of Su Xiaoxiao smiling brightly as she hid behind her grandfather, making a peace sign. Finally, a little warmth returned to his eyes.

He gently stroked the shattered glass photo frame, and the image of Su Xiaoxiao's innocent and carefree face kept appearing in his mind.

"Brother Shan, did you hear what I said?"

When Su Xiaoyue saw Shan Jinxi staring blankly at Su Xiaoxiao's photo, the jealousy in her heart surged up again. At this moment, she also went into the storage room and pretended to help by finding another solo photo of Su Xiaoxiao and handing it to him.

"Brother Shan, is this what you're looking for?"

When Shan Jinxi saw that she was holding Su Xiaoxiao's photo, he immediately snatched it from her hand, as if he thought her hands were dirty. The ferocity in his eyes was terrifying.