Shang Jianghan caught a hint of something amiss and went upstairs without even taking off his coat.
He first went to the bedroom.
Shen Chaoxi wasn't there, and there were no signs of anyone having sat on the bed or the couch.
After hesitating for a moment, Shang Jianghan went into the walk-in closet first, changed into his home clothes, and came out.
In the study, the hollow crystal chandelier was fully lit, as bright as daylight.
The study was shared by the two of them; it was spacious, and they had later added a mahogany desk and a high-capacity desktop computer.
Shen Chaoxi felt it was too rigid and not conducive to her thinking and finding inspiration; she preferred to sit barefoot in the single leather sofa with her laptop, typing away.
But at that moment, she was lying on her own desk, propping up her chin with one hand and rummaging through several photographs spread on the mahogany desk with the other.