On the third day of Yu Minglang's disappearance, Qian got up early and heard shouting downstairs, as if there was a quarrel?
She quickly threw on some clothes and went downstairs, only to see Chen Lin, holding a snakeskin bag, grappling with Jia Xiufang.
Oh, the scumbag who disappeared for so long finally shows up? Qian raised an eyebrow.
"Let go! If I'm late, I'll miss the train!" Chen Lin was planning to come back and pick up his things while no one was home.
Jia Xiufang usually goes to the early market at this time to buy cheap discounted vegetables, a routine she hasn't deviated from for years.
But today, for whatever reason, she returned early and immediately saw the man who had been missing for a few days, holding a snakeskin bag and preparing to leave.
"You're taking a train, where to?" Jia Xiufang held onto the bag and wouldn't let go.
In fact, she never had the courage to confront her husband like this before.
