Curious as to who it was, but aware that it would be considered snooping, Jiang Yingyue was torn between the urge to go check it out or behave properly and stay on the sofa.
She heard some faint voices, and she perked her ears, but she was incapable of understanding what was being said.
After around ten minutes, Han Qingshan came back into the living room; in his hand was a set of keys that seemed sparkling new.
He took one key out of the bundle and handed it over to Jiang Yingyue. "Take this," he said. "Since you will be staying here for a bit, you ought to have a key to the place so that you can come and leave as you please."
Jiang Yingyue was stunned when accepting the key. The person who had just arrived was a locksmith?
Seeing her silly expression, Han Qingshan chuckled, and explained, "I can't have the same thing happening again. So I will be more careful about who gets a key to my home in the future."
