Qian Yikun's gaze fell on the kitchen, and he groaned to himself.
"Maybe she went out to buy soy sauce. Such carelessness. Can't even clean up properly," lamented Qian Yikun as he went into the kitchen to turn off the gas. "I wonder why Mr. Ye is so concerned about my personal matters. We don't seem to have anything to do with each other. What do you think, Mr. Ye?"
Ye Cong looked through the three bedrooms. Other than the bed in the master bedroom, the other rooms were clean.
Ye Cong was about to enter.
"Mr. Ye," Qian Yikun called out immediately.
Ye Cong turned around to see Qian Yikun who just came out of the kitchen.
"I don't think it's a good idea for Mr. Ye to do this. After all, this is my home." Qian Yikun's voice turned cold. He was obviously displeased.
Ye Cong leaned against the door and looked at the approaching Qian Yikun. "I heard that CEO Qian has been trying to catch Mo Fei. I wonder if there's been any progress?"
