Song Shiwei gave a hum, walked past him down the stairs, and spoke in a faint voice, "Go back to your room to sleep. It's easy to catch a cold sleeping here."
Qi Yunqian's eyelashes drooped slightly, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes, but a smile appeared on his face, "Okay."
He slightly lifted his gaze and watched Song Shiwei's retreating figure with a shadow of darkness and obsession flickering in his eyes.
Not in a hurry.
Shiwei had already started to forgive him.
Sooner or later, he would remarry Shiwei.
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The next day.
M Country, Luo Net Headquarters.
When Ba Fang and a few others learned that Fu Yanhe was bringing people, they immediately dispatched someone to clean the mansion in M Country.
At that moment.
Shi Fang squatted in a typical Asian squat at the gate, staring at the shining clean floor, and sighed sadly.
Passing by with documents, Ba Fang glanced at him and asked grumpily, "What are you sighing about? Lu Zhishen pretending to be Lin Daiyu?"
