That night, Andrew came home surprisingly early, even the servant was surprised.
"Where's Cynthia?" He took off his coat and threw it far away.
The servant was a little nervous. "Upstairs..."
Andrew quickly went upstairs. There was no one in the bedroom, but he heard something in the study.
The door was not closed tightly, and Cynthia was on the phone inside, her voice very cheerful. "Yes... Of course I trust your company's research and development technology! Okay, we'll discuss it in detail when we meet! Thank you!"
The study door was pushed open vigorously with a loud bang.
Cynthia was startled. She turned back and saw Andrew.
"You... How did you come back?"
"This is my home. Shouldn't I be back?"
His tone rose at the end as he sat down on the sofa, resting his arm lazily on th
