Jiang Ruolan looked at Xian Zihao without blinking. She should have turned away when his eyes came in contact with her, but she could not help but stare at the fresh, clean man in astonishment.
Was this man really her husband?
He was a twenty-eight-year-old man and was a respected and famous General Xian's grandson, but at this time, President Xian, standing in front of her, seemed utterly different from President Xian she had met before.
Jiang Ruolan watched intently as Xian Zihao wiped his hair and forgot that she should look away.
Xian Zihao only gave an indifferent look before turning around and entering the bedroom.
About two or three minutes later, Xian Zihao, neatly dressed, came out of the bedroom and placed a bunch of keys on the coffee table next to Jiang Ruolan.
"Try not to go back to your previous residence as much as possible. You can stay here from now on. If there is anything you need, you can buy it from a nearby store."
