When Mason returned to his residence, it was already late.
When he opened the door, the light in the room was on, and there was a pair of woman's leather shoes in the porch.
He had been in a good mood before, but now he was depressed.
"Mason, you're back?" Ann came out to welcome him. There was a smile on her face.
Mason changed his shoes, walked into the living room, threw his coat on the sofa, looked at her and asked expressionlessly, "How did you find here?"
This was his private apartment. When did he allow her to come in!
Ann was a little bit scared by his cold eyes.
He hemmed and hawed to explain, "My mother told me that last time we got married, and she gave us a statistics of the real estate under our name."
After hearing this, the blue veins on Mason's for
