After five in the afternoon, a black Bentley drove into Villa No. 6 of Yunding Palace and came to a steady stop.
The sunset was in full bloom, dyeing half of the sky a tangerine red.
Zhu Yilan, sitting in the passenger seat, opened the door and got out. As she looked up, she noticed Fu Jichen had already gotten out of the car and was stepping onto the stairs in front of the door.
Being frequently by his side, she could naturally tell that his steps were more hurried than usual.
Zhu Yilan wasn't sure why she paid attention to such details, but she silently followed with her bag in hand.
After entering the house, Fu Jichen initially headed towards the elevator, but then he heard a voice coming from the kitchen, gentle and with a humbly inquisitive tone.
"Is this how you pinch it? Why does it look lopsided..."
