Mo Chou (28)

Zhao Ai worriedly gazed at Fan Zheng's back as they walked into the house. The man looked absent-minded. Before he climbed up the stairs, he didn't even turn his head when he spoke. 

"I will work on my projects so don't disturb me until dinner."

'Is he affected by what Zhan Rong said?' 

At the thought that immediately popped up after hearing his words, she unconsciously pursed her lips before lowering her head and uttering a "yes". 

She didn't know what else to do. Therefore, she only watched him disappear into the second floor, stay there for some time, before realizing she looked stupid and hence deciding to leave.

Zhao Ai headed to her room which was smaller than the other rooms in the house, but bigger than the one she lived in for seventeen years at the village. After putting down the bags in her hand on the small round foldable table, she sat on the edge of the bed before lying down, staring at the white ceiling.