Usually, during meals, the two of them would chat and laugh, but today's dinner was different. Qin Yuji would ask a question, and Chi Jingxuan would reply with a short answer. If she didn't ask, he wouldn't speak.
Knowing the reason in her heart, Qin Yuji pretended to be clueless. After finishing their meal, she cheerfully helped Sister Ming clean up the dishes.
When she came out of the kitchen again, she picked up a pile of shopping bags by the entrance and merrily headed to the bedroom.
Chi Jingxuan, who was thus ignored, was left all alone in the living room.
Watching the economic news aimlessly for a while and then dealing with some work emails on his tablet, Chi Jingxuan dragged his feet back to the bedroom. As he pushed the door open, he saw Qin Yuji with a face mask on, playing with her phone, furiously typing away in chat with someone.
