In the evening when Yu Minglang came back, Qian told him about sending the beauty away, he was silent for a long time.
Both of them felt a little heavy-hearted. Yu Minglang worried that Qian might get upset over this and changed the topic.
"I see there are more things in the living room?"
"Yeah, it's from the family of one of my current patients. They kept saying they didn't need them, yet she showed up at our doorstep to force them on us, fearing I would stop treating her father—I feel a bit uneasy."
Qian had been mulling over this, and the more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt.
"I don't know if I'm being paranoid or what, Mrs. Mu said she was passing by after visiting school to bring me things, but somehow her attitude seemed too natural to be just a coincidence."
Qian is always keen on privacy, never revealing where she lives or what her husband does.
Yet today, Mu Xiaofeng could find her accurately, and she wondered if she was overthinking it.
