Upstairs, Lin Qian was exploring on her own.
Since she had arrived, she could only go with the flow.
The villa was very spacious.
There were four rooms on the second floor.
Opening one room, she looked at the furnishings and it was obvious that this was a children's room.
It should be the room her son used to live in.
"Miss Lin, what would you like to eat?"
Qi Jingfeng slowly climbed upstairs with a lame leg and respectfully asked.
Lin Qian glanced at him and shook her head.
"Is this the room Ziyang lived in?"
She had no appetite at all; she just felt exhausted all over.
"Yes, this is the room the young master has always lived in."
Qi Jingfeng replied.
Lin Qian pursed her lips, walked in, and looked around.
The room was not decorated with cartoons; the style suited more to Chu Yelin's tastes.
Lin Qian touched the tables and chairs in the room, her gaze fixed on a photo album on the desk.