Chapter 92

• Qin Shuhan was close to crying from the anxiety. She wanted to chase after Xu Qing to explain herself, but the lift doors shut mercilessly right in her face. Qin Shuhan sulked and glared up at Feng Lanhe to pout at him. “Happy now?”
• Feng Lanhe cocked one of his fine brows as he cast a lazy glance at the ajar door with his peripheral vision. Qin Shuhan's apartment was small, really tiny in his opinion, and he was able to see most of its vicinity just from taking a look. He could gather that her house was tidy and clean with very few items scattered around, and they were mostly female products. There were no signs of a man in that tiny area.
• To be honest, Feng Lanhe didn't even know why he cared so much about this. Perhaps he had expected Qin Shuhan to have some kind of affair with Wang Jiren in private, especially after seeing the way they had acted around each other in public. But upon seeing the empty apartment before him, the corners of Feng Lanhe's mouth curled up in an alluring manner.