Ten p.m.
After taking a shower, Fiona put on silk pajamas and lay on the sofa comfortably.
She was so busy and intrigued that she didn’t even know that the door was opened, until the sound of a man dragging in the suitcase interrupted her thoughts.
Cen Jiang hurried home as soon as he got off the plane, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with the tiredness between his eyebrows and eyes, but he did not compromise his beauty.
Fiona raised his eyes to look at him, then quickly retracted his gaze and continued to do his own.
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