122. Good intentions treated like donkey's liver and lungs (first update)

Shen Qinglan watched as Fu Hengyi's figure entered the elevator before she slowly closed the door. The house, which had seemed warm, now felt so desolate.

Shen Qinglan let out a wry smile helplessly. When did she become so deeply attached to a man?

She went into the bedroom, picked up the home clothes Fu Hengyi had changed out of, and walked into the bathroom. After washing the clothes clean, she cleaned the house inside and out. As night fell, the small home seemed even more lonely. Shen Qinglan thought for a moment and then called Jin Enxi.

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Beijing's most famous bar, Qingcheng.

Shen Qinglan and Jin Enxi sat in a private room on the second floor of the bar, looking down at the first floor.

"I mean, An, who comes to a bar and stays in a private room? We might as well go downstairs," Jin Enxi said, somewhat bored. Shen Qinglan was not one for talking, and with only two of them in the private room aside from drinking, Jin Enxi really couldn't find anything else to do.