His heart involuntarily tightened, his eyes blazing with anger. He took a deep breath, forcefully suppressed the rage in his chest, and tightly embraced Qin Yin's body.
Early the next morning, by the time Qin Yin woke up, Nan Sichen was already reading the newspaper at the dining table. She quickly washed up downstairs, greeted Nan Sichen, "Morning."
Nan Sichen glanced at her and nodded slightly.
Sister Ning came out of the kitchen and cheerfully called out to Qin Yin, "Yinyin, good morning. Come and have breakfast."
"Thank you Sister Ning." Qin Yin sat across Nan Sichen cheerfully, glancing at him and said, "Did you stay up all night? You've such dark circles under your eyes."
Nan Sichen didn't respond to her comment. His gaze shifted to the corner of the table, and in a low voice, he said, "Your stuff."
Qin Yin's gaze followed his to find a red invitation at the corner of the table. The golden embossed letters made it quite fancy.
