Xiao Qian returned home, her pocket stuffed with the passbook Yu Minglang had insisted on giving her, as if his voice were still ringing in her ears. The expression on her face had finally relaxed a bit.
However, as soon as she stepped through the door and saw her mother sitting behind the cash register, fanning herself, and Chen Lin, who was more attentive than ever, holding a watermelon, her good mood soured.
"Qian'er, where have you been all morning? You haven't been home!" Jia Xiufang's face still bore the red marks from her fight with Chen Lin the day before, and her eyes were swollen. She had been persuaded by Chen Lin to come back.
Chen Lin's eyes were full of apprehension when he saw Xiao Qian, but more than anything, he was irritated.
It was all because of this girl that the truth had come out. Otherwise, everything would still be peaceful now. One upstairs, one downstairs, he would have been happy.
