"But—" Lin Qingqian had just opened her mouth when she heard him say, "I'll go with you tomorrow morning, okay?"
Since he had already said so, Lin Qingqian couldn't insist anymore and followed him home first.
After a long day, Lin Qingqian was not in the mood to cook. Jiang Yanshen was very observant and asked Song Qin to go to the restaurant nearby to buy some food in advance. They would be able to eat when they reached home.
The street lamps outside the window lit up one by one. There was only one floor lamp lit in the house, vaguely outlining the lines of the furnishings.
After taking a shower, Jiang Yanshen came out of the bathroom and saw Lin Qingqian curled up on the sofa in a daze.
"What are you thinking about?"
Lin Qingqian replied without looking up, "I'm wondering who thought of such a vicious method to pour sulfuric acid."
This person wasn't intending to take her life, but it could make the rest of her life a living hell.