Looking at Lin Yongcheng swallows back the words on the tip of his tongue, Han Siqi feels strange and stares at him.

Lin Yongcheng’s eyes flash. He opens mouth but just says, “Nothing. I’ll park the car.” Then he goes out.

Fu Zhengzheng doesn’t notice it. After putting down Fu Xing, she helps her mom to tidy the house covered with a thin layer of dust.

“Your dad’s foot was hurt before the Spring Festival. We spent the Eve in the ...