As soon as Qiao Zhen entered the room, he smelled a burnt odor hanging in the air. He noticed Qian's eyes were red as if she had been crying, her hair was disheveled, with one lock showing signs of being singed. Following the smell to the kitchen, which was in disarray, he couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety.
Could there be trouble between the couple?
He had never seen Qian so unconcerned about her appearance, and the house was a mess. Perhaps he should have Shi Touyu come up and talk to Qian? This was too unsettling.
"Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm very clear-headed now." Qian noticed Qiao Zhen's unspoken worries and went straight to the point.
"I need your help."
"Go ahead."
"You should go to the company later, and then do it like this..."
Qiao Zhen was dumbfounded as he listened; this was too much like a fantastical tale.
