Amanda Smith's room was not large, with a one-room and one-living-room layout that made it seem a bit cramped. The entire room conveyed her signature cleanliness and warmth. The curtains were light green, embroidered with hollowed-out green leaves, adding a touch of sentimentality.
And it looked like it could only accommodate one person; there wasn't even a guest room.
Samuel Johnson, trying to keep his composure, looked around, nodding to himself in satisfaction.
He found no trace of a rival in love, and Amanda's presence in the room was unmistakable. The room did not look like it was newly occupied, which meant that after he left, Amanda had quickly moved out to live on her own.
Samuel was in good spirits, watching Amanda pour water for him and then, without any reservations, sitting on the sofa in the living room. There was a thermos placed on the glass coffee table. He glanced over casually and suddenly noticed something that made his face change. He looked closely.
