Chi Yue had been home for less than three minutes when he stood up and headed for the door.
The nanny didn't dare make a sound and came over to help him with his bag.
At this moment, a woman came from the kitchen and blocked the doorway.
"Why are you leaving already? Aren't you going to have lunch?"
The woman was somewhat older but well-maintained, looking quite young. Dressed in designer clothes and wearing an apron, she held a half-cut carrot in her hand, looking neither like the lady of the house nor like a nanny... But no matter what she looked like, in Chi Yue's eyes, she was a laughable figure.
"Move aside," he said.
The woman clenched the carrot tighter in her hand, and awkwardly smiled an apology.
"Your father said... you were going to have lunch at home, I've prepared many dishes, if you leave now..."
Chi Yue swept her a cold glance, "Is the Qiao family so poor that we can't afford leftover food?"
