Yue Tingfeng brought her to the same private mansion as before. Yan Qingsi refused to be carried by him and walked awkwardly into the elevator while he laughed.
Yan Qingsi was not worried about what he would do to her as she had ten thousand ways of making sure he did not get that far.
They got off the elevator. Yue Tingfeng unlocked the door with a passcode.
A delicious smell wafted from the house. Yan Qingsi was hungry and the smell whetted her appetite.
Yue Tingfeng smelled the cooking too. He frowned as he walked into the house. "Ma!'
Other than him, only his mother had access to this house.
Why was it that every time he brought Yan Qingsi over, the old woman would also be here? Was it a coincidence?
Yue Tingfeng was disappointed. With his mother around, his plan was not going to work.
Mrs. Yue walked out from the kitchen wearing an apron. "Son, you're back. You weren't home for the past few days. Come let me…"
