Returning to Vanke Mansion, it was already two in the morning, and Qi Yun was surprised to find the living room lights still on.
Could it be that Zhao Qing hadn't slept yet?
He felt a sense of vigilance and checked the mirror before getting out of the car to ensure there were no lipstick marks on his lips.
Then he stood outside the car, shook his clothes, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a few drags to mask the scent of perfume on him before he stepped toward the house.
He took out his key to open the door, only to see Zhao Qing sitting on the sofa, hugging a pillow and watching TV.
Qi Yun's heart felt like facing a formidable enemy, but he feigned surprise and asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Zhao Qing got up from the sofa, threw herself into his arms, and sniffed him before replying, "It's too late, I was worried about you and couldn't sleep."
Qi Yun's expression remained calm as he stroked her hair.
