C898 The House Was in Chaos

Han Jingsheng returned home before 6 o'clock.

He opened the door quietly.

As he passed the foot of the stairs, he saw a man sitting on the sofa in the living room like a ghost.

The lights came on.

Han Jingsheng's body stiffened.

Yan Xiaoru, wearing her pajamas, stood up from the sofa with a cold expression.

She approached him, her eyes full of questions.

Han Jingsheng narrowed his eyes