The old nanny once told her that this piece of real estate had been bought by Jin Ze many years ago and hadn't been exposed to the public, so those who knew about its address were very few. It was rare for them to have guests who were not Jin Ze.
Therefore, the one who pressed the doorbell had to be the owner of the house.
Cheng Qingchong was sitting in the living room, wracked with tension, before standing up to get the door. However, before she reached it, the door was already pushed open from the outside after the person keyed in the password.
Jin Ze still looked as presentable as he often did. He stood at the entrance to take off his jacket, and as he did so, he glanced at Cheng Qingchong. When he saw her standing by the sofa like an idiot, his brows furrowed. He pointed at the shoe rack next to him, adding, "Slippers."
