Jia Xiufang's call pressuring Qian into marriage left her feeling a bit unsettled.
Yu Minglang's attitude was clear to her. He took a half-month leave, and he was so serious—this time, he seemed to be really serious.
Qian went downstairs, but instead of heading directly to the supermarket, she sat on the flower bed, letting the wind blow on her face. She was feeling a bit panicked now.
When Liao Fugui's call came through, the ringtone had already sounded twice before she heard it, too busy zoning out.
"Qian'er, there's a case you can take?" Liao Fugui's voice was a bit hoarse, probably from rushing with Dalong.
"What case?"
