After seeing Jiang Zhixun off, Madam Jiang did not return to the compound immediately; instead, she went to the rental apartment to find Shen Qingqing.
She wasn't there.
Fortunately, Madam Jiang had a spare key, so she could just unlock the door and wait inside.
The clothes and bed linens that Jiang Zhixun had washed were still hanging there; they had dried in the many days that had passed.
The purpose of Madam Jiang's visit was to persuade Shen Qingqing to return to the compound.
But to be honest, she was not confident at all.
She wasn't sure if Shen Qingqing would listen to her.
Thinking about this made Madam Jiang want to sigh again.
She had never seen anyone more "unfortunate" than herself; her son and daughter-in-law were both incredibly stubborn.
If she weren't still young and in good health, she would have been driven to her grave by them sooner or later.
While Madam Jiang was lost in thought, she tidied up Shen Qingqing's room.
