C101 Old People

It was already half an hour after he returned home.

When Lin Manrou arrived home, Ye Qingming was sitting on the sofa reading a book. The air was filled with warmth, as well as his normal appearance.

Quiet, as quiet as ever, very familiar. It was the same every time Lin Qingrou was at home alone.

She broke the silence, somewhat apologetically.

He didn't ask her what she had done