Leng Moqing went out and didn't know where he had gone. Tang Wanjun couldn't be bothered to chase after him.
He lazily leaned on the sofa, watching TV.
Chi Zaozao sat alone in her room, feeling suffocated. She walked downstairs in her slippers and didn't see Qing Er; she sat down on the couch next to Tang Wanjun.
"Where's Qing Er?"
"Don't know."
Glancing at Chi Zaozao, Tang Wanjun replied.
Seeing his bad mood and the absence of Qing Er, had they had a quarrel?
How could they argue?
Chi Zaozao asked again, "You don't know where she went? Did you two have some kind of displeasure?"
Tang Wanjun shrugged, with a cynical look, "What displeasure could there be? She's probably gone out for some air!"
Chi Zaozao really thought she had gone out for some air, so she got up to look for her in the garden, but after searching everywhere, she didn't find her and came back to ask Tang Wanjun.
"Where did she actually go?"
