She couldn't remember when it happened, but Jiang Youchen had added Jiang Qingli's fingerprint to his door lock.
However, Jiang Qingli rarely entered other people's rooms. This was her first time using the fingerprint lock.
Opening the door, her eyes were met with complete darkness.
The curtains were drawn tight, letting in not a single sliver of light. It was like a safe shell, yet it also held a faint, suffocating sense of oppression.
Jiang Qingli scanned the room but didn't see Jiang Youchen. She took out her terminal, about to call him.
She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt a need to control Jiang Youchen's actions.
Just as her fingertip touched the terminal, a gentle voice called from behind her, "Xiao Li."
Jiang Qingli jumped as if caught doing something wrong. She whipped around, hiding the terminal behind her back, and softly called out, "Third Father."
"Looking for Youchen?" Zhou Yanli asked.
