After the meeting, Qiu Hongsheng went straight home. As he arrived, he happened to see Zhou Fanghua sitting on the living room sofa, engrossed in a thick photo album.
A vein on his forehead twitched momentarily, and he subconsciously lightened his footsteps, fearing that he might accidentally trigger Zhou Fanghua's sensitive nerves, causing her to become hysterical once again.
However, Zhou Fanghua suddenly looked up, casting a quick glance at the cautiously approaching Qiu Hongsheng. His embarrassment surged, accompanied by an inexplicable feeling of guilt, as if he were a 'thief with a guilty conscience.'
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and deciding not to hide, he started unbuttoning his shirt while walking towards the sofa to sit down. As he sat, he loosened his crisp military uniform, leaning his entire back against the sofa cushions and sighed comfortably.
