```
When Manman heard the door creak open, she immediately turned her head back to the ledger on the table.
Her husband seemed to have eaten gunpowder tonight, so she needed to be careful not to light the fuse again.
Footsteps, one after another, entered the room. Unlike usual, her husband didn't joke around with her or peek over her shoulder to see what she was doing. Instead, suddenly, a set of keys clattered down on the desktop beside her hand.
Raising her eyes slightly to meet her husband's gaze, she quickly averted them, pretending not to see.
"Don't you want to know what these keys are for?"
She knew right away what the keys were for; the steel tag hanging from the keychain was the one she had carefully chosen before handing over the house keys to her adoptive father.
"Hmm," her husband said meaningfully, "As long as you know, then I don't need to explain. Tomorrow, I'll have someone clean the house, everything that isn't yours will be cleared out."
