Qian returned home, carrying the bankbook that Yu Minglang had forcibly stuffed into her pocket. His voice seemed to still echo in her ears, and her facial expression wasn't as tense as earlier.
But as soon as she walked through the door, seeing her mom sitting behind the counter fanning herself, and Chen Lin holding a watermelon more eagerly than usual, all her good mood turned sour.
"Qian'er, where the hell have you been? Not home all morning!" Jia Xiufang's face still showed redness from yesterday's fight with Chen Lin, her eyes were swollen too. She had been persuaded by Chen Lin to come back.
Chen Lin looked at Qian with some apprehension, but mostly annoyance.
It's all because of this girl, she exposed everything. Otherwise, the household would still be peaceful, one upstairs, one downstairs, he'd be blissfully happy.
"Qian'er, come and eat some watermelon." Though internally irked by Qian, he still greeted warmly, Chen Lin's attitude was more eager than usual.
