Mu Yan entered the house and found it empty; Yu Ma wasn't there.
She went in to check around, but the house was very clean; someone must tidy it up every day.
Before getting off work, Jiang Jingheng received a call from Song Cheng'an, informing him of Mu Yan's whereabouts.
On the phone, Song Cheng'an laughed, "Bro, don't say I didn't create opportunities for you. Recently, I've slowed down Mu Yan's schedule."
Jiang Jingheng sneered, "Yeah, you're quite considerate."
The person on the other end was silent; of course, it was because of your threats.
"I'm really curious about something, did you two make progress?"
"What do you think?" Jiang Jingheng said coldly.
"I bet you didn't. I even doubt you've ever held hands with the girl."
"Get lost!" Jiang Jingheng's face darkened slightly.
Thinking about it carefully, he hadn't really held her hand, shaking hands didn't count.
"I knew you two getting married wasn't consensual."
