Leng Zimo had no idea about the twists and turns within this misunderstanding and was urgently ready to rush upstairs to find out the truth.
Aunt Su reminded him hastily from behind, "Slow down, Xiao Qian might still be sleeping, don't disturb her. Pregnant women need to be able to eat and sleep."
"I know."
Leng Zimo immediately lightened his steps, tiptoeing upstairs to his bedroom door, pushed it open, and saw the bed made neatly with no sign of Luo Xiaoqian.
Where could she have gone?
Wondering to himself, Leng Zimo looked around, and his gaze paused momentarily on the piano room door.
...
...
Inside the study.
Leng Lin clenched his teeth, stood up, walked to the desk, pulled open a drawer, and took out a stack of documents to hand to Luo Xiaoqian.
Luo Xiaoqian received them with a puzzled look, flipping through one by one, and stopped, confused, upon seeing the charts, "What are these?"
"These are evidence... Keep flipping," Leng Lin said seriously.
