Qiao Lian sat in the car looking intently at Shen Liangchuan's profile.
She said, "The landlord—"
"In touch again when exactly?"
She was abruptly interrupted by Shen Liangchuan.
Unable to contain her amusement, she burst out laughing.
"Don't worry, I won't let him get too close to me."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to-"
Then Qiao Lian suddenly stopped short.
Shen Liangchuan kept silent, waiting patiently to hear what it was that she wanted to say.
Qiao Lian pursed her lips, trying to find an excuse. But seeing the look on Shen Liangchuan's face, she didn't want to lie. "I don't really want to talk about the past."
So she was hiding something after all.
Shen Liangchuan's expression darkened. It wasn't surprising though. Going from being the little mistress in a wealthy family to being in dire straits, she had probably experienced considerable difficulties.