Mrs. Zhang nodded suspiciously, and Tang Yanqi stepped upstairs, glancing back at the corner to see Mrs. Zhang still standing in the same place.
She sighed softly. The reason they came back almost every day, the reason they had to stay in the same room, was because of Mrs. Zhang, since she was Mr. Sheng's person, and they didn't want to upset the old man with their issues.
All along, whether Sheng Jianan or herself, they had done very well, but today, Sheng Jianan lost his temper first.
Tang Yanqi found it somewhat amusing, yet there was another feeling in her heart, sweet and ticklish.
Ascending to the second floor, Tang Yanqi glanced at the bedroom door, which was closed but not tightly shut; she reached out and pushed the door open, only to find the room in pitch darkness, with no lights on.
