Shen Liangchuan was staring at his cell phone in the study, but his brows were tightly furrowed.
Again, she wanted two million dollars. Was it because her brother's condition had worsened? Or because—
As he thought about it, he picked up his cell phone and gave Song Cheng a call. "Help me pay attention to Qiao Yi's situation."
After hanging up, he settled the things he had on hand. Then he walked towards the bedroom.
He realized that she had fallen asleep after pushing open the door.
Under the dim yellow bedside lamp, even while dreaming, she was still frowning. It was as if she had troubles that were impossible to get rid of.
He gradually softened his gaze and reached out his hand, attempting to smooth her frown.
The suspicion that was deep in his heart got under control, just like that.
He stared at her for a while. The corner of his lips gently curled up as he gave a repressed smile.
His gaze softened gradually.
