"Sister-in-law, your house is so big; this place must be really expensive," Yang Wen remarked without noticing the unusual look on Qin Yanyang's face. She surveyed the spacious garage, her eyes landing on a clearly valuable red sedan parked inside, and was shocked beyond words.
Qin Yanyang watched her and chuckled, "It's alright. This will be your home too, you can come over whenever you want. Let's go upstairs and have a look around."
As she spoke, she anxiously pulled Yang Wen upstairs with her.
After they carried a heap of large and small packages and placed them in the living room, Qin Yanyang glanced at Yang Fei's room with a heavy expression.
"My brother hasn't come back yet," Yang Wen said.
Qin Yanyang was about to speak when suddenly a suppressed cry of pain reached their ears.
The villa's room decor was meticulously chosen, ensuring outstanding sound insulation, but the painful cry still wafted out from Yang Fei's room, clearly audible to both of them.
