C60 Young Master Lu Missed His Little Wife

The sounds of arguing downstairs came and went. Lin Qingqing sat on the stairs, resting her chin on her hand, staring blankly into space.

Lin's mother smoothed her hair and was about to head upstairs when she saw Lin Qingqing. A flicker of awkwardness crossed her face, unsure whether to go up or retreat.

Lin's father had drunk quite a bit that evening and was now asleep on the living room couch