Han Yi gently patted Xiao Jiang's shoulder, "There's no 'what if.' I trust him!"
"Yes, absolute trust is what matters between a couple. I have to go now, sister Han Yi, see you tomorrow."
Han Yi waved her hand.
She picked up her phone and dialed Gong Tingxuan's number.
She initially wanted him to drive over and pick her up.
But the call went through, and no one answered...
Still sleeping?
Alright, I'll just go home myself.
She went out, hailed a taxi, and headed home in the bright morning light.
As soon as she stepped inside, she felt something was off.
Today, the maids seemed unusually diligent, up early and working.
The aroma of chicken soup wafted from the kitchen.
Her heart stirred, could Gong Tingxuan be making chicken soup for her?
She hurried into the kitchen.
"Tingxuan..."
But upon closer look, it wasn't Gong Tingxuan.
It was Zhuang Surong.
Early in the morning, Zhuang Surong was wearing an apron, busy making chicken soup.
