As the two emerged from the elevator, Jiang Rou immediately said, "This quarrel between Zhang and his wife seems quite serious."
Wang Dahai hummed in agreement, "It does seem quite serious."
However, he felt somewhat guilty toward Jiang Rou.
After all, Jiang Rou was his girlfriend.
But he had already promised his sister-in-law that once she divorced, he would marry her.
As for Jiang Rou, there was nothing he could do to make it up to her.
The only thing he could do was not to touch her.
Upon arriving at their rented house, when they entered, the living room lights were already off.
Wang Dahai glanced at the time; it was just past nine.
And tomorrow was the weekend.
Zhou Qian and her boyfriend were sleeping quite early.
Wang Dahai had originally intended to leave right away, but Jiang Rou pulled him along, whispering, "Let's be quiet as we go in."
So, he had no choice but to follow Jiang Rou into the house first.