Ever since that woman’s sudden appearance, Lan Jinyao had been on tenterhooks. In the evening, not long after they’d arrived home, Fu Bainian took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Lan Jinyao.

“That woman slipped this into my pocket earlier.”

Lan Jinyao took the business card and then checked the name on the card. Upon seeing the familiar name, she instantly frowned.

“Qingqing, Qingqing…” she subconsciously murmured this name as realisation ...