Jian Yanyan walked out of the kitchen at this moment, carrying a dish in her hands, placing it on the dining table. "Oh, right, Yinyin," she said, "I think I saw Young Master Nan when I just returned home."
"Hmm?" Qin Yin turned her head again to look at Jian Yanyan.
"He was out by the alley entrance, sitting in his car, seemingly dealing with some documents."
After saying that, she paused for a moment before adding, "Ah, don't these rich people have something wrong with them? They have good offices but don't stay there. They have lovely homes but don't stay there. They insist on working on documents in their cars instead."
But as soon as she finished this sentence, she gave Qin Yin a cheeky grin and said, "Ah, Yinyin, don't hit me, I am just expressing an opinion. Although you and Young Master Nan are engaged, we should still have the freedom of speech."
"We're not engaged."
