Chi Jingxuan returned to Dijing Group, already feeling much calmer.
The death of Shen Qin was something he would definitely investigate thoroughly; it was merely a matter of time.
But before that, his priority was to protect Qin Yuji and their child, to protect himself, rather than let Lin Xixi lead him by the nose, following in her footsteps.
Having realized all of this, Chi Jingxuan suddenly felt that in the game of cat and mouse, it wasn't yet clear who was the cat and who was the mouse.
Pushing open the door, he saw his little woman sleeping soundly on the bed, her serene fragrance permeating the room.
Chi Jingxuan's heart settled at that moment.
He tiptoed to the bed, intending to join her for a nap; his eyes fell upon a notepad on the nightstand, and a slight smile curled his lips, his smile deepening.
On the notepad was Qin Yuji's delicate handwriting, "Chi Jingxuan, the food is in the microwave, don't waste it..."
