I Suspect Something Happened to Ji Lingfeng

Beijing.

Rhine Apartments.

Ye Wangchuan's duplex was decorated in a low-key and luxurious fashion. It exuded a certain lifestyle in every corner. It was considered the most suitable place for someone to live in among all the houses this master had lived in since he was young.

After finishing the call with Ji Nan, Qiao Nian sat upstairs for a while. At the same time, she glanced at the half-written score on the table. Thinking of what she had promised Nie Mi, she turned on the computer and tried to write.

The effect was average.

She bit the pen's cap and scribbled on the paper for more than half an hour. Since she was lacking inspiration, she went to the sink to splash her face with cold water.

Ye Wangchuan had just come to the living room after reporting to Old Master Ye.

Gu San was making tea for him.