Cassius strode in from the outside, his face and expression as usual, nothing out of the ordinary.
Vianna stood up from the sofa with a groan, clasped her hands behind her back, and looked at Cassius silently and slightly uneasily.
Mr King stood with his long legs in the living room and looked at her. He had taken off his suit jacket and put it on his arm. His shirt, tie, vest, trousers and leather shoes were spotless.
"You...you're back?" Vianna originally wanted to ask confidently, but she didn't know that she was so unsatisfactory, and she felt guilty when she said the words.
I don't know what to feel guilty about.
"My uncle said that he wants to talk to you about something."
Cassius's eyes rested heavily on her body, and finally on her lower abdomen, his eyes were much softer.
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