Returning to the house, Han Qingshan was filled with unease. What was the relationship between Zhou Yan and Jiang Yingyue?
Although he did not know what exactly was going on, he could not help but feel uneasy. He could not help but rush to get answers, but if he pressured Jiang Yingyue too much, would she get upset at him?
While he was thinking like this, the car returned home, and he found that there was a light on in the condo; Jiang Yingyue was home.
The trip from the parking basement up through the floors on the elevator and into the condo felt like it happened in slow motion.
Han Qingshan continued to consider how to phrase his question, but in the end, nothing sounded right. He could not help but be worried about it.
When he made it into the condo, the delicious scent of food wafted towards him, and once again Jiang Yingyue was standing in the kitchen preparing food, a content smile was on her lips, and she was clearly having fun preparing dinner.
