Jiang Zhixun had a mission to go on.
Before leaving, he decided to get to the bottom of it—whether or not Lin Fengmian had really set up Shen Qingqing.
If she did… Lin Fengmian was a woman, and moreover, Lin Zhidong's younger sister.
Scold her?
He wasn't the type to do something like that.
Ask Lin Zhidong to discipline his sister?
If discipline worked, Lin Fengmian wouldn't have repeatedly targeted Shen Qingqing.
But if he did nothing, what was the point of finding out the truth?
Ideas swirled messily in his mind, and Jiang Zhixun found himself unable to figure out how to stand up for Shen Qingqing.
Before he could sort out his thoughts, he ran into Lin Fengmian on the way.
This time, she didn't have the child with her.
She was dressed more formally than usual, her hair braided into two plaits, carrying an olive-green canvas bag slung across her body—she looked like she was heading out.
