On the other side of the city, Meng Qingyu was sitting in a reclining chair in the small courtyard, leisurely cracking melon seeds.
He had finished all his work at the clinic today and closed up early. A clinic with the workplace in the front and living quarters in the back was the unique layout of his establishment; once the front courtyard was shut, the back courtyard became their home.
Everything had been normal at the clinic these past few days, with not a single thing to worry about—especially since Meng Qingyan had been on his best behavior and hadn't shown up even once. For Meng Qingyu, as long as Meng Qingyan didn't visit, it meant no major trouble and everything was peaceful.
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