As the cab stopped at the villa, Qiao Lian could not help but lament herself.
Upon entering the living room, she realized that Shen Liangchuan was not home. She felt as if she was a guest as she sat waiting on the sofa for him to arrive.
After about half an hour, she finally heard the car whistle. She stood up quickly and looked at the door, flustered.
Shen Liangchuan took long strides in.
He was wearing a casual sweater, with both of his hands in the pockets of his pants. His face was expressionless and he looked as alienated and cold as usual.
When he entered, he seemed to have seen her, but his steps stopped for a second before he continued looking forward.
Qiao Lian bit her lips and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Mr. Shen-"
Before she could finish her words, he walked up the stairs.