Don't you have anything to say to me?
Jiang Ruoqi chose to go home at a time that was neither early nor late. When she left the office, the sun was still hanging at the edge of the sky; by the time she was almost home, the sunset had completely faded, leaving only a white streak where a bird's wings had brushed through the clouds.
She stood in front of the door, took a breath, and reached out to unlock it with her fingerprint. Unexpectedly, what hit her first was the smell of scallions, ginger, and garlic sizzling in oil, making her cough lightly.
She peered inside. Along with the cooking fumes came the roar of the range hood, mixed with faint voices. But there was only a female voice, with no response from Meng Shang, so she guessed it was Jiang Yun on the phone.
It seemed quite lively.
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