'Hurry? Wait?'
'Wait for what?' After Tao Quan entered the house, he was like a marionette, completely devoid of a soul. His every move was dictated by someone else's words.
'Is this really Tao Quan? Or could he even be considered a person with independent thoughts?'
Lost in thought, An Ning's gaze followed Tao Quan and his father as they passed through the clean, tidy, and bright living room and entered the steamy kitchen, which was filled with fresh ingredients.
'The kitchen?'
'What could they be doing in the kitchen?'
An Ning couldn't figure it out. Or rather, she was unwilling to imagine the worst-case scenario.
Even though she detested the man, An Ning still didn't want the worst to happen.
A "CLICK" interrupted An Ning's thoughts.
Her pupils dilated.
Inside the large kitchen, the wall opposite the stove moved.
