Zhang Hanhan brought Xie Ming to the room she rented.
It wasn't a very large two-bedroom apartment, but it was kept very clean, and the entire style was very similar to the home Xie Ming once lived in for two years.
His mood gradually softened.
Watching Zhang Hanhan busy in the kitchen, Xie Ming even thought to himself, perhaps he really had been a bit too much.
The ingredients and such had already been prepared beforehand.
Before Xie Ming could finish watching a program, he heard Zhang Hanhan calling him for dinner.
The table was full, with nearly ten dishes including cold appetizers.
Xie Ming glanced over quickly, almost all of them were dishes he liked.
He looked at the woman across from him, gentle eyes uncorking a bottle of red wine, and the trace of guilt in his heart became even more intense.
Maybe...
Before she leaves, maybe he should give her some money?
Zhang Hanhan looked at him with an uncommon gentleness.
