A white Ferrari sped by, and Ling Yuanhang's hand clutching a cigarette trembled suddenly. That was Chen Ziqian's car, he recognized it. But there was also a woman sitting next to him, and although it was only a fleeting moment before the car entered Jinfeng Garden, he couldn't have been mistaken, that was Xinxin.
Initially, because he had been searching for Xinxin's whereabouts, he had no choice but to hire a private detective, so he knew everything about her these past few years. Xinxin had been renting a high-end apartment in Jinfeng Garden for two years, originally living alone. However, three months ago, the landlord Chen Ziqian suddenly returned to the country, turning her solitary living into cohabitation. Now Xinxin and Chen Ziqian were in this strange cohabitation arrangement.
He couldn't understand, someone like Chen Ziqian, a wealthy second-generation, was also very rich himself. Why would he care about such a small amount of rent from Xinxin?
