Wen Qianli's door wasn't locked. Since she'd held out hope that someone would come looking for her children if something happened to her, she naturally wouldn't have locked it.
Tang Mo pushed the door open and went inside. The apartment was under two hundred square meters, which was considered one of the smaller units in this residential complex.
The apartment was decorated in vast swathes of pink and white, like a little princess's room. It didn't look at all like a place where a mother of two lived.
Walking further in, Tang Mo saw a large portrait hanging on the wall. In it, a woman with bright eyes, pearly teeth, and delicate features wore a pink tulle skirt, looking just like a young girl fresh out of college.
Then again, to say she *looked* like one wasn't quite appropriate, because Wen Qianli really was just a young girl fresh out of college.
If she hadn't seen the portrait, Tang Mo would have forgotten that someone Wen Qianli's age was meant to still be a princess.
