Shi Qian sat alone in the living room and turned off the television. She picked up the strawberries on the table and ate them. After eating a few, she felt her back stiffen and rubbed her waist.
The furniture in the old residence was made of mahogany. Although there were cushions, she still felt a little stiff sitting down.
Sometimes, it was better to lean on a pillow. She still preferred a soft, cloud-like sofa.
She stood up and flexed her arms.
She looked in one direction.
Why did she have a feeling that someone was watching her?
On Fu Sinian's computer was the surveillance footage of the Fu family's old residence's living room. At this moment, he was indeed looking at Shi Qian, who was alone in the living room.
Shi Qian held her waist and looked around, as if she had realized something.
He raised his hand nervously, clenched it into a fist, and pressed it to his lips. He held his breath.
