Before she could ask anything else, Zhan Qipei had already turned and gone back to the living room.
Qiao Jing felt that things were getting stranger and stranger. She knew that when Zhan Qipei was stubborn, even she couldn't persuade him.
Moreover, Zhan Qipei seemed to be in a good mood when he returned just now?
Was it her illusion?
Without giving it much thought, Qiao Jing entered the elevator.
After leaving the residential complex, Qiao Jing prepared to take out her phone to check where the cab she had hailed was.
As soon as she unlocked her screen to check her messages, she saw that the default lock screen had been replaced with a photo.
It was a close-up of Zhan Qipei's face, with shiny dark circles under his eyes.