The Shen family mansion was ablaze with light. Wanqian sat on the sofa with a gloomy face, exuding a chill air, her complexion livid as she breathed heavily.
Shen Jia had originally been sitting beside her, wanting to approach Wanqian and say a few words, but seeing her current state, she obediently sat on another sofa instead.
Duan Mei and Shen Congming exchanged glances. Sensing the oppressive atmosphere in the living room, they wisely remained silent, their gazes occasionally sweeping outside.
For an entire day and night, Shen Cheng had not returned. Wanqian's complexion had been terrible last night, and today it was even worse, ashen as she sat listlessly in the living room, having waited for Shen Cheng the whole day.
