Qin Shaojin's eyebrows lifted in amusement, and a smile crept onto his face, his eyes cold, as he fixed his gaze on the waiter for a good while before turning his attention to Huo Jinnan.
Huo Jinnan's eyes fell on the waiter, gave him a quick glance, and with an icy voice, he said, "No need."
He turned to look at Che Huan and stood up. He took off his suit jacket and draped it over Che Huan, his slender fingers neatly adjusting the collar and casually buttoning up one, just covering the wine stain on the dress. In a rich, deep voice, he asked, "Shall we go back?"
Che Huan had a vague sense that something was amiss. That incident just now had been a bit too coincidental, hadn't it?
She cooperated with a murmured, "Mm."
Huo Jinnan, along with Che Huan and the little one, bid farewell to Qin Mochuan.
Qin Mochuan felt displeased inside, yet he did not show it, whereas Qin Family's old master and the old madam sat there, their complexions looking rather troubled.
