Jing Yan kept a close eye on He Miao from the corner of his eye. Ever since he attended the party, he had sensed that the people here had a different attitude towards He Miao. There were weirdness and secrets everywhere, so he had to be careful.
Now that she saw He Chen's attitude towards He Miao, her eyes immediately narrowed dangerously. His attitude was as cold as ice. "Mm, Uncle He, I haven't had the time to congratulate you on your return. I've let you worry about my personal matters first."
He Chen did not mind his distant attitude at all. He pointed to the sofa opposite him and said calmly, "Have a seat. How long have you been together?"
This time, before Jing Yan could say anything, He Miao answered first, feeling a little guilty, "We've just been together for less than half a year."
"Yes." He Chen's unfathomable gaze landed on He Miao again, his dark eyes becoming even deeper and more distant. "Does Jing Yan treat you well?"
