Over an hour later, Meng Chuyue sat up startled by the loud slamming of a door.
Slamming doors?
Meng Wanhua, with her gentle nature, never slammed doors.
It couldn't be Meng Jingfen.
So, was it Lin Youdong who had returned?
That's right, that hypocrite, how could he possibly confront Meng Wanhua in the hospital, a place full of prying eyes and loose tongues?
It had to be at Meng Wanhua's home.
Meng Chuyue was in the living room when she entered the space, and looking outside, sure enough, Lin Youdong stood in the living room staring at Meng Wanhua with furious eyes, his usually soft and refined face distorted with rage.
Meng Wanhua's brows and eyes carried a touch of disdain amidst her calm demeanor.
On Meng Jingfen's face was a mix of surprise and schadenfreude, she stood in the living room for a while before walking briskly into the secondary bedroom, closing the door yet leaving a slight crack...
