December 31st. After many days of gray haze, it was a rare sunny day in Yuncheng.
Qiao Aiyun stood at the door and watched as Fu Chen's car left before she reluctantly turned around and entered the house. The winter gaze landed on her, but she didn't feel warm. The cold wind blew, making her shiver. She was about to enter the house when someone stopped her…
"Aiyun." Yan Wangchuan stood three steps away from her with a cold face. Who knew what he wanted to do?
Qiao Wangbei entered the house consciously.
"What's wrong?" Tomorrow was the New Year's Day holiday, and today was her last working day. She had made an appointment with Song Jingren to settle the assets.
She still had to transfer the ownership of a few houses and would probably be busy for the entire day.
Yan Wangchuan hesitated for a second before walking to the side of his car, opening the front passenger door, and carrying a bouquet of roses out from within.
