Although Qin Muyang complained out loud, he felt a strange, involuntary sense of lightness, even a touch of sweetness. He stood up, brushed the dust off his trousers, and headed back. A smile played on his lips, one he didn't even notice himself.
When he reached the living room, his expression shifted. The once-bustling room was now occupied by only two people sitting on the sofa.
Jiang Liubai was toying with a small statue in his hands. "You're back?"
Chapter 29