The bedroom door was gently closed, and Jiangjiang could no longer hear any conversation outside, feeling both anxious and angry.
Surely it was that jerk of a dad up to no good behind the scenes. Otherwise, why would Mom suddenly leave him? What could be going on between the two of them at this late hour?
He strained his ears, but the silence outside was so profound that not a sound could be heard.
Time passed without any movement, and eventually, he couldn't bear it any longer. His eyelids drooped, and he soon fell asleep.
Meanwhile, in the apartment's living room
When Shen Zhixian came out, Jiang Yanting was reclining on the sofa with a laptop on his knees, wearing a Bluetooth headset, apparently working, "Come here."
The computer screen light fell on his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his profile, transporting her back to their school days when he would write papers and she would watch intently from the side.
