Temporarily recovering from a slightly uneasy state of mind, Yang Fan did not immediately call Tang Zimo to confront the issue.
He could no longer act like a greenhorn, unable to stay calm.
Holding the key in his hand, Yang Fan carefully recalled the cause and consequences of the matter, and the more he thought about it, the more terrifying it seemed. If Tang Zimo had been acting all along, it would be too dreadful, completely subverting Yang Fan's perception.
For the next half-day, Yang Fan went nowhere and took Guoguo out to play for a while. By the time they returned, it was already dark.
Checking the time, it was 7:30 PM, and Tang Zimo should have been back by then.
At 7:40 PM, Tang Zimo returned, put down her bags, went to the restroom to wash her face, and immediately hugged Guoguo affectionately for a good while.
"Let's talk." Yang Fan said to Tang Zimo, who was joyfully playing with her daughter.
