However, she failed to notice that Shen Shixuan glanced back at her, a slight smirk curling at the corner of her mouth, her eyes seemingly hiding excitement, a mocking jest indicative of someone enjoying the drama unfold.
Once she was upstairs, Ye Shiqing's expression turned icy cold.
Leaning against the wall, she let out a deep sigh, clenching and unclenching her fists repeatedly.
She took out her phone; Shen Shichu hadn't contacted her, and even their last conversation was a month ago, of which she couldn't recall a thing.
Such a marriage left her perplexed.
Was such a Shen Shichu really worth all the effort to snatch away from Nan Jiaojiao?
Ye Shiqing walked towards the room, assuming that Shen Shichu couldn't possibly be there, but upon pushing the door open, she found the light inside was on.
"So you are home, have you eaten yet..."
Her joyful expression froze as she heard certain shameful noises and movements inside, and she stood rigid at the door.
