Upon hearing the door open, Wan Qing guessed that someone was coming. This person was either Chen Qian's mother or Xiaomei. As she was not prepared to face either of them, she shrank in Chen Qian's arms, pretending to be terrified and trembling, her hand gripping Chen Qian's sleeve tightly. This frail reaction further aroused Chen Qian's sympathy.
Chen Qian looked up and saw Xiaomei. He had assumed it would be his mother. Why wasn't Xiaomei staying at her place, and what was she doing here? Had she frightened Wan Qing?
"Get out!" Chen Qian's voice was cold, a stark contrast to the gentleness he displayed towards Wan Qing. Absolutely devoid of affection, his tone was icy.
