Yu Yanshen this time finally didn't take her to the house by the river; perhaps he thought it was too far, so they went to a garden villa nearby that she was unfamiliar with.
It stood alone, hidden within the bustling city, and it looked quite comfortable.
Yao Qing got out of the car, was attracted by the house for a moment, and then followed him inside.
Unlike all his other homes, this place had a lived-in feel.
But after all, it was his home, and Yao Qing felt it wasn't quite right for her to look around casually.
She took a brief look around and then sat down on the sofa.
Yu Yanshen poured her a cup of warm water, "Come to the kitchen later."
"Me?" Yao Qing looked at the person in front of her as if she had heard something unbelievable, startled, "You want me to go to the kitchen?"
Yu Yanshen must have lost his mind—calling her into the kitchen would only result in a gas explosion, nothing else.
