Wen Sheng had never imagined that Jiang Ruxin would suddenly pay a visit.
He was carrying bags big and small, wrapped in the chill of the outside, looking completely worn from the journey.
"Asheng, may I come in?" Jiang Ruxin was the first to break the silence.
Only then did Wen Sheng snap back to reality, quickly inviting him inside, "Uncle Jiang, you're here to see Jiajia, aren't you? Is she not at home?"
With that, she took out a brand-new pair of men's slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them beside Jiang Ruxin's feet.
"Oh, right, Jiajia isn't home." Jiang Ruxin's expression was somewhat restrained as he changed into the slippers and followed Wen Sheng into the house.
The house was decorated in a cozy and simple style, with the living room kept neat and tidy. To the right of the sofa was the Leisure Area, where a bookshelf by the window was filled with finance-related reference books.
