Xu Qing knew that with Limo's temper, he would leave without hesitation.
In the end, he only picked up his chopsticks again with a cold expression.
After dinner, the old lady called Limo to the study with a cold face.
Xu Qingzhi helped the servants tidy up and was ushered out in fear.
When she reached the living room, she glanced at the time and said to Qiao Zhilan, who was sitting on the sofa,
"Mom, it's getting late. I'll go back first."
Qiao Zhilan, the wife of a wealthy family, had a gentle temper and elegant manners. She could never put on a difficult expression or say harsh words.
Hearing that Xu Qingzhi was leaving, she asked softly, "Aren't you going to wait for Limo?"
Xu Qingzhi paused. Leave with Limo?
Perhaps she was used to being alone. Until now, she had never thought of going out with Limo.
In reality, she knew that Limo wouldn't have such thoughts.
