Xiaoqian got home carrying the passbook that Yu Minglang shoved into her pocket. His voice was still ringing in her ears. Her facial expression loosened up.
The moment she entered the house, she saw her mother behind the counter fanning herself. On the other side was Chen Lin. She was holding a watermelon and was eager to please. Her good mood turned bad.
"Qian'er, where did you go, you were not home the whole afternoon!"Jia Xiufang's face was still red from fighting with Chen Lin yesterday. Her eyes were swollen. Chen Lin begged her to come home.
Chen Lin seemed fearful when he saw Xiaoqin, but he was angry too.
It was all the girl's fault for exposing everything. If not, he would still be enjoying having a wife upstairs and a mistress downstairs.
"Qian'er, come and have some melon." He was unhappy with Xiaoqian, but he tried to greet her with warmth. He was particularly eager to please.
