Qian had always been puzzled by one thing.
She was adept at understanding people, whether it was a big shot like Mahadi or scum like Ye Daqian; no one could escape her calculations.
But the one exception was Yu Xiaoqiang, whom she couldn't figure out.
She couldn't understand him before, and she doesn't now either. Qian didn't want to admit Yu Xiaoqiang was good at pretending; she thought it was all because Yu Xiaoqiang always used a serious and earnest expression to think about unspeakable things.
For instance, right now, he was driving very seriously, but his mind was full of thoughts about flogging.
Qian had more serious things to think about. After seeing off Liumei, she began pondering about Mai. When Yu Minglang drove to the new house, Qian didn't get out of the car. Instead, she took out the diary she carried with her and wrote a line in it.
Check if there are any bugs in the car, and check at home later, too.
