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At this moment, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

Andrew returned to the apartment, and the living room light was unexpectedly on.

In front of the huge French windows, a tall and slender silhouette of a woman was reflected. Upon hearing footsteps, she casually turned around, "Back already?"

Andrew strode into the living room, removing his tie as he walked and tossing it on the couch, "Why are you here so late?"

"Zoe ran out crying from our home, so I came to ask what happened," Layla answered nonchalantly.

Sitting down on the large couch, Andrew casually crossed his long legs, "Why didn't you call? Was it necessary for you to come all this way for such a trivial matter?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I came out for some fresh air," Layla walked over and sat across from him. "If I hadn't come suddenly, I wouldn't have witnessed what just happened. Andrew, don't you have anything to say about it?"

Andrew calmly looked at Layla, his tone indifferent, emitting an aura that warned against