When Jiang Liang opened the door, Chuzheng still hadn't let go of him. He took a slight breath and turned the key.
Chuzheng entered the apartment with audacious grandeur.
She casually threw the documents onto the table, "Has Xia Mufan not come by recently?"
Jiang Liang stood in the living room but seemed like a guest, not knowing where to place his hands and feet, "He... he's been a little busy."
"Have you eaten yet?"
Jiang Liang shook his head.
Chuzheng took out her phone to order takeout and asked him, "What were you doing outside?"
Instead of staying at home properly, you run into a pervert the moment you go out. Isn't that a loss?
"I... was buying computer parts."
"Can't you buy them online?"
"That... wasn't available."
Chuzheng looked up at him, finding it slightly difficult to tilt her head, "Come over and sit down."
Jiang Liang clenched and unclenched his fists, slowly walked over, and sat down on the edge.
