The sense of intimacy he felt towards Li Qingtian grew stronger by the day, almost consuming his entire heart.
"Sister, I can't find my keys. Where did you put them?"
"How would I know? Mine are always right here."
"Why aren't mine here?"
"Where did you put them just now?"
"I don't know."
"Go check the sofa, they might be there."
"..."
"Wow, found them!"
He remained silent for a long time, merely nodding. Honestly, he didn't even know how to respond to Li Qingtian's words.
Tang Ye's head tilted slightly, but his eyes flashed with an unusual light.
The words from Li Qingtian seemed to convey an incredibly unusual piece of news, or rather, good news—that she did not confirm Li Henian's death.
As his eyes lit up, Tang Ye sneaked a glance at Li Qingtian and quickly looked away. She didn't immediately sit in the sofa opposite him but first tidied up the mess Tang Ye had carelessly thrown around before sitting down.
