Fu Hanchuan clenched his fists by his side, his heart aching.
Qin Sheng rarely relied on others.
She would usually handle those matters by herself.
Qin Sheng trusted him, but she also kept some vigilance unconsciously.
This was all caused by the long-term living conditions.
In the end, Fu Hanchuan sighed. He was very helpless and could only let Qin Sheng do as she pleased. "Then, Sheng Sheng, you should rest early. If you can't handle it, feel free to look for me."
"Okay," Qin Sheng agreed.
Fu Hanchuan did not leave the room. Instead, he sat down on the sofa and picked up a magazine to read.
Qin Sheng threw herself back into the computer.
Fu Hanchuan's mind was mostly on Qin Sheng. From time to time, he would raise his head to look at her. His eyes were filled with an unresolvable indulgence.
Twenty minutes later, Qin Sheng found all the evidence.
She sent those ambiguous pictures and videos to Hong Yuan.
