Liang Ci Qiu had been staying here since he was bailed out two days ago, looking very tired. After all, anyone who'd narrowly escaped prison would only feel the lingering fear of a disaster survived.
It was just that Father Lu had only redeemed his son when trouble befell himself, which could be described as being at the peak of misfortune.
The second floor had a balcony for people to enjoy the view.
Jiang Nanshu followed Liang Ci Qiu to the balcony, from where they could see the golf course built inside Half Mountain Villa—several servants were maintaining the lawn, and the unobstructed view was indeed pleasant.
She comfortably leaned against the railing, enjoying the autumn breeze, and as she turned her head, she saw Liang Ci Qiu looking at her with a dark, brooding stare.
Jiang Nanshu's lips curved into a gentle smile, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
