Gao Hai pressed his lips together and said no more. The person was already on their way to the Northwest; there was no point in saying anything now.
"Murder is against the law," Jie Jingchen reminded him.
Gao Hai shot him a cold glance and continued to stir-fry, complaining resentfully, "Seriously. I came here as a guest, not to be a chef."
"Did I invite you to be a guest?" Jie Jingchen asked.
"Your wife did," Gao Hai retorted, glaring at him.
Qin Mei finished showering and washing her hair. Stepping out of the bathroom, she initially planned to check on the kitchen, but she immediately abandoned the thought when she heard the sizzle of stir-frying. She'd just washed her hair, and the oily fumes in the kitchen were too heavy; it would have been for nothing.
Her hair wasn't dry and was still dripping, so Qin Mei didn't go to Jie Jingshan's room. Instead, she sat down in a wicker chair under a tree in the courtyard, closed her eyes, and relaxed in utter contentment.
