Ye Qingwan returned to the villa. She didn't shower or sleep.
Instead, she went to her father's study.
A room full of books.
It was old.
She stood in front of the bookshelf.
Her fair fingers caressed the old books.
Two-thirds of them were her father's professional books.
The remaining one-third had literature, novels, picture albums, and photo albums.
She picked up the photo album that she had flipped through last time.
He flipped through a few pages.
Whether it was a photo of her and her mother or a photo of the family of three.
There was a shadow of happiness.
She didn't believe what Bai Shanshan said. Her mother had an improper relationship with the school.
In her memory, her mother loved her father very much.
When she found out that her father had died in a car accident, her mother fainted.
How could there be a third party between two people who were so in love?
Bai Shanshan was lying.
Unknowingly.
