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
