On the third day of Yu Minglang's disappearance, Xiao Qian got up early in the morning and heard noises downstairs, as if someone was arguing.
She quickly put on her clothes and went downstairs, only to see Chen Lin, with his snake skin bag, tussling with Jia Xiufang.
Oh, so the scumbag who had been missing for so long finally showed up? Xiao Qian raised an eyebrow.
"Let go! If you don't, I'll miss the train!" Chen Lin had planned to come back home and take his stuff when no one was around.
At this time, Jia Xiufang would usually go to the morning market to buy cheap discounted vegetables, without fail, day in and day out for years.
But today, for some reason, she came back early and saw the man who had been gone for days, holding a snake skin bag and ready to walk out the door.
"Where are you going on a train?" Jia Xiufang wouldn't let go of the bag.
In the past, she didn't have the courage to do these things with her husband.
