Riding his bicycle, Chen Hai arrived back at West Mountain Villa by a little after six in the evening.
At the gate of the yard, there was a nondescript small sedan parked.
If there were no surprises, this car should probably belong to Ye Qingqing.
She herself hadn't bought a car, but in Capital City, borrowing a car to drive seemed as easy as a piece of cake for her.
Ye Qingqing had kept a key to this villa.
Even when Chen Hai was not around, she could still come and go as she pleased.
Two meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and a soup, the meal was already prepared and placed on the dining table in the living room.
Ye Qingqing herself was listlessly curled up on the sofa, holding the TV remote and intermittently switching between the few channels available.
"Chen Hai, you're back!" Seeing Chen Hai appear at the doorway of the living room, she excitedly sprang to life as if revitalized, and immediately stood up and rushed toward Chen Hai.