Song Qian had a house in the urban area, a duplex little second floor. Although it was quite a distance from the city center, its advantage lay in its tranquility.
Normally, Song Qian lived there alone, undisturbed by anyone else, far from the tumult of the Song Family.
At this moment, Qiu Xiaofang had parked the car in the underground garage, and as soon as she got out, she saw Song Qian standing prettily in front.
"You've arrived, Xiaolong. You must have had a tough journey."
Song Qian approached with a smile, affectionately grabbing Chen Xiaolong's arm and looking him over non-stop.
It had been almost a year since they last met, and Chen Xiaolong had grown stronger and darker than before.
Living in Dahe Village under the sun and dealing with the village's messy affairs naturally couldn't compare with the lifestyle in the provincial capital.
