Shen Yin dragged her chair away a little and said lightly, "She only knows part of it."
Cheng Huo stopped smiling after Shen Luo left. He looked like he wanted vengeance. "What's the other part?"
Shen Yin looked at the time on her phone and smiled faintly. "I should be getting home. If I'm late, my son will be worried."
Cheng Huo's expression darkened visibly, but Shen Yin met his gaze fearlessly. She stood up, straightened her clothes, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry that I didn't treat you to a good meal again, but I don't think I'll have the chance to treat you to another meal in the future."
Although she was apologizing, she did not look guilty at all. Instead, she looked like she could not wait for him to let her go.
Cheng Huo's gloomy expression suddenly cleared up, and he returned to his cheeky self. "How old is your son that he actually worries about you?"
"Six." Shen Yin's eyes filled with love at the mention of her son.
