Yan yan give me a little face

The night was quiet. Within the villa on the mountain.

Zhan Yan sat on the leather sofa in the living room alone. Her surroundings were empty and quiet.

After marrying for three years, the number of days she had lived with Ji Weiyang could be counted on one hand. He sometimes spent a whole day with her on the eighth, but most of the time he looked through the financial statements while she sat beside him, holding a medical book. When he was at home, Zhan Yan would cook personally. Her cooking skills were not good, but he was never picky.