The living room was filled with various items. A few of the decorative objects and books that had previously disappeared were back, ink brushes and paper were laid out, and there was a small, vigorously growing money plant.
Chen Yuan was steeped in guilt, so he didn't have the presence of mind to notice these things at first. But after a moment, something struck him as odd.
He'd had someone answer roll call for him, which was why he had time to rest. 'But hadn't Ningning just found a suitable company to start at?'
That was precisely why she had been so incredibly busy these past few days.
'How is she suddenly free?'
'And all the things that had been moved out of the living room...'
Chen Yuan reached out, picked up the pot of money plant, and toyed with its crisp, fresh leaves. Cradling it in his hands, he walked over curiously and leaned against the kitchen doorframe.
"Ningning?"
