Aunt Liu happened to walk out of the kitchen just as she heard Jin Muchen's instructions.
"Is President Jin waiting for his wife?"
Jin Muchen's silence was taken as a nod by Aunt Liu, who chuckled softly.
"You young ones are so bashful. I'll go prepare dinner now."
Su Qiqi hadn't expected that after purposely avoiding Jin Muchen for so many days, he had been waiting for her to return home for dinner every day.
Su Qiqi suddenly felt guilty, and took small steps towards the couch next to Jin Muchen.
Jin Muchen looked up at her, but said nothing, lowering his gaze back to the magazine in his hands.
"Where's Jin Lin? Didn't he come back?" Su Qiqi scanned the room but didn't spot Jin Lin.
"At Grandpa's."
For reasons she couldn't quite articulate, Su Qiqi felt that Jin Muchen's words were colder than before.
"Why were you at the bar yesterday?"
Su Qiqi tried to strike up a conversation, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
