No woman would lose when it came to digging up old scores, let alone Lin Qingqian.
Her red lips curled into a smile as she said unhurriedly, "Since you want to talk about this, should I ask about the matter of Li Ruzhu living in the Jiang residence for seven years?"
Jiang Yanshen: "…"
A trace of frustration flashed across his deep eyes, as if he regretted mentioning this topic. His thin lips curled up slightly. "Let's eat."
He skipped the topic without changing his expression.
Lin Qingqian picked up her chopsticks and started eating her dinner happily.
***
Outside the window, the Milky Way flickered. The moon hung on the treetops, and a cool breeze blew into the room.
Jiang Yanshen was wearing a pair of dark-colored pajama pants. He opened the window and dispersed the sweet smell in the room. When he turned around, he saw Lin Qingqian, who had already taken a shower, walking out.
