Brown Paper Bag

As expected, Xian Zihao already knew her quite well …

Jiang Ruolan immediately stood up and walked into their bedroom. Her body right now felt like it had been hit by a fatal nerve.

When she woke up, it was already the middle of the night. The lights in the living room seemed to be on. Jiang Ruolan got up and walked out of the bedroom. Suddenly, she saw a familiar brown paper bag on the coffee table.

She was stunned. Slowly she walked towards the brown paper bag. She picked it up and opened it to find the photos she had placed in the office drawer.

How did these photos end up in Xian Zihao's hands?

As she was wondering, she caught a glimpse of his figure coming down the stairs.

"Why are these photos in your hands?"

Xian Zihao glanced at her hand and said in a calm and gentle voice, "Xiong Ruogang saw it when she was rummaging your office drawers. She immediately sent it to me."