This was Chiang Qing's first time entering the place where Qi Taiguo lived. Indeed, she deliberately ignored Cheng Su, focusing solely on the thought that this was Qi Taiguo's residence.
No matter how much she tried to overlook it, she still couldn't ignore the presence of a woman in the house.
Near the window stood a sofa covered in a simple fabric style. In front of the sofa was a small coffee table bearing a pot of fresh apples. Beside the sofa on the right was a telephone, and next to it, a three-tiered wooden rail shelf.
On the top shelf was a ceramic pot holding a few branches of wintersweet, and on the second, a glass bottle with water-cultivated ivy, exceptionally green and lively. At the bottom, a row of books was neatly aligned, easily reachable by someone sitting on the sofa.
Glancing around the entire room, although it wasn't large, it was freshly painted and extremely tidy and clean.
That table by the wall must be where they usually dine, right?
