On their way back, Meng Xiao stroked the bracelet on her wrist, telling Yang Yi, "Let's go to the old house we used to rent. I left some things there."
Feeling guilty, Yang Yi followed her command and drove towards their old community.
Nobody had lived there for quite a while. Ever since Yang Yi had revealed his true identity to Meng Xiao, he had neglected to maintain the property.
The old house was dusty, furniture covered with a layer of dust. Yang Yi placed the key on the cabinet near the entrance, only to notice that another key, also covered in dust, had been there. It must have been left there a long time ago.
It was Meng Xiao's key. Yang Yi couldn't help but feel uneasy.
Meng Xiao didn't mind the dust. In the past, whenever Yang Yi would return from a trip, she would come and clean up.
Thinking back, there was no need for her to do so. The housemaids at home were far more professional than she was.