Traveling Together

After instructing Song Qingyou to record her fingerprint and iris and asking her to remember the password, Jiang Zhihan brought her in.

At the same time, she selectively forgot that Fang Yan often came over to get documents.

And the fact that he could actually use his phone to open the door remotely.

Looking at the two names on the control panel, Jiang Zhihan's lips curved into a smile and he quietly put away his phone.

Song Qingyou didn't notice anything strange about the people around her. Her attention was focused on the house in front of her.

Jiang Zhihan's house was filled with cold colors.

There weren't many decorations inside, but there were a few pieces of art on display. All of them could be sold at sky-high prices at an auction.

As for the overall design, there was no need to mention it.

After all, it was impossible for Jiang Zhihan to not be able to afford a designer.