The thin man who was driving said fiercely, "If we weren't in a hurry to see our boss, I wouldn't have let her off so easily!"
Song Jiaren didn't continue to follow. To her, the most important thing now was to find Song Chuyan.
When she returned home, it was already noon.
Song Meiyu was watching Jiang Cang do his homework in the garden pavilion. Ye Zhentian was drinking tea at the side. There were some oil stains on his clothes that made him look more down-to-earth.
Song Jiaren asked curiously, "Mom, why are you all here? Have you eaten?"
Before Song Meiyu could speak, Ye Zhentian covered his mouth and coughed twice. "Jiaren, my cooking wasn't too successful. Let's eat the chef's food later."
Song Meiyu snorted coldly when she heard that and said angrily, "It's not just not very successful. If you want to cook, then go back to your house. My kitchen was about to be burnt down by you. I definitely won't let you into the kitchen again."
