Nan Jiaojiao's lips twitched.
She instinctively looked towards Bo Yanching, seeking answers with her eyes.
The man smiled warmly and shook his head at her, letting Nan Jiaojiao know that the Old Lady had not fainted from fright.
"Hungry, right? Come on, Grandma had the kitchen make sweet and sour fish for you, and spicy pot, too. You ate a lot last time."
Old Lady Bo pulled Nan Jiaojiao to go with her. Nan Jiaojiao followed suit, pushing the Old Lady's wheelchair towards the dining room.
Just as they started to pick up their chopsticks, the sound of a car door slamming shut came from outside.
Pei Dongshi hurried in, his first glance at Nan Jiaojiao.
She sat at the dining table, sipping soup. A slice of lotus root covered in dried chili hung from her chopsticks, her expression usual, her demeanor gentle, her cheeks pale as snow, tinged with a blush from the spice.
She looked calm and obedient.
Pei Dongshi let out a slight sigh and paid his respects to the Old Lady.
