Sheng Jianan squinted his eyes, saying nothing more, and strode out of the café. Right now, he didn't want to hear anything, as all those details he once ignored slowly emerged from the depths of his mind.
Tang Yanqi sold her house, and Lu Qilin needed money.
These two things seemed unrelated, but why did he link them together anyway?
Sheng Jianan casually flagged down a taxi. His mind was in chaos, and right now he just wanted to see someone.
Back at the apartment, Sheng Jianan opened the door and went in, glancing around the dining room and living room. There was no one there, neither Aunt nor Su Weiyi.
Sheng Jianan then took out his phone to call Tang Yanqi, but the phone rang from the bedroom. Just then, the balcony's French windows were opened from outside, and Tang Yanqi walked in.
She was momentarily stunned to see Sheng Jianan, but quickly returned to normal. "Why are you back?"
