He Dongzhou said that Wen Changling had moved out of the Qin Family.
The documents in his hands hadn't been flipped through in a long time, and Xie Shang's mind was not at ease, unable to concentrate. He closed the materials, opened the incense burner, and lit the Chinese honeycomb inside.
Lately, he had often been lighting this incense, not just twenty-one times, and had already developed a habit. He estimated that in the future, as soon as he smelled the scent of gardenias, he would think of Wen Changling.
The mobile phone on the desk rang.
Xie Shang took off his glasses, leaned back in his chair, tilted his head back, resting it on the backrest, his Adam's apple just visible above the black turtleneck. He turned on the speakerphone.
Gu Yihuan asked him over the phone, "Brother Four, are you going to the New Year's Carnival tomorrow night?"
"No," he replied.
He wasn't interested.
