Xiao Qimo made this judgment immediately.
A sense of wariness rose in his heart.
Surrounding himself with a concealed yet unreleased aura, thinking that he was still on the call, he sat in the back seat of the car, his well-defined fingers rubbing his temples, yet his tone remained calm, "Do you have a friend at home?"
Lu Mian glanced toward the kitchen, where Yuren was apologetically mouthing "accident" to her while quietly closing the cabinets.
She gave a thumbs-up, signaling to Yuren that it was okay.
Turning her head without much concern, she said "yes" and changed the subject, casually asking, "When will you be back?"
Upon hearing this, the man, whose breath had been somewhat heavy, felt a warm breeze blow through his heart.
The little rascal finally noticed that he wasn't at school.
He wasn't asking for much, being noticed by her was already progress. Moreover, the little rascal even took the initiative to ask when he would return this time.
