Xia Jiehao wore a bitter smile, unable to miss the tone of setting boundaries in her voice, "Lanzi, it's been almost twenty years since we've known each other. There's no need to be so distant."
Mrs. Xia acted as if she hadn't heard, lowering her head again and fiddling with the hem of her garment in silence.
He and she had known each other, exactly and properly, for twenty years.
Mrs. Cheng glared at her with frustration.
Such a good young man, missed once, and does she plan to miss out a second time?
"Mom, it's almost noon. Let's go cook," Aunt Lin interjected, attempting to smooth things over in the awkward atmosphere.
Without waiting for Mrs. Cheng to speak, Mrs. Xia suddenly stood up, the first to rush to the kitchen: "I'll go cook as well."
She zoomed out of the main room as if fleeing from some monstrous flood.
Everyone in the room: "..."
Xia Ningxing touched her chin and looked again at the man, who appeared crestfallen and dejected.
