There was no visible emotion on Kang Chen's face, making it hard to discern what he was thinking at that moment. His gaze was fixed on Beitang Chuxin, who was kneeling on the ground.
Seeing Kang Chen made Ming Mei tense up instinctively, straightening her upper body.
Damn, when had he come back? How much had he heard? Did he know that she had recovered her memory?
However, Ming Mei quickly composed herself. She couldn't panic.
The more critical the situation, the less she could afford to panic, as it would only make her look more guilty.
Ming Mei stood up, feigning anger as she said, "Oh, you finally decided to come home? Which vixen had you entranced last night?"
Kang Chen walked in, took off his hat and handed it to Zhao, who quickly took it from him. She carefully observed Kang Chen, but alas, she could discern nothing from his expression.
