Watching the scene, the heaviness in Tang Li's heart faded away.
She couldn't help but curve her lips into a smile.
What had happened in her past life stayed in her past life; this life was different.
At least the person she liked now was no longer Han Jifeng.
Tang Li picked up her bag and went downstairs, where she saw a middle-aged man holding a Tibetan Mastiff and wiping its paws at the entryway.
Seeing the Tibetan Mastiff sprawling there and enjoying itself, Tang Li remembered her bra that had been taken by it last night. She walked closer, keeping a safe distance of two meters, squatted down, and asked, "What's its name?"
The middle-aged man was Yunqi Villa's butler—Uncle Tan.
Suddenly hearing a woman's voice, he turned his head to look.
At the sight of Tang Li, Uncle Tan was slightly taken aback; he hadn't expected a woman to have stayed overnight at the villa. He then answered kindly, "It's named Ah Xi."
"Ah Xi?" Tang Li repeated the name.
