"Qiao Xia, you've been alone for too long, accustomed to dealing with various troubles by yourself. Occasionally, you also need to trust the people around you, trust your husband." Mu Liang said meaningfully, 'Wait for a moment, I'll make a phone call.'
After he made the call, Mu Liang phoned Gu Xiaowu, "There's something I need you to take care of for me."
The rest of the conversation was hushed, and Qiao Xia only caught a vague mention of some documents. She felt downhearted and didn't say anything more.
Mu Liang and Qiao Xia took a drive and didn't return home until midnight. As they reached the eleventh floor, Qiao Xia sensed something was amiss; her apartment door was ajar, even though it was equipped with a fingerprint lock and had been securely locked when she left.
Mu Liang stopped her, "Follow behind me."