"Okay," Yang Yuran agreed with a big smile.
At the same time, the electronic lock beeped a notification.
'Ding, the door lock is open.'
Yang Yuran's face turned pale as she frantically turned her head to look at Qin Muyu.
Qin Muyu first gave her a warm and gentle smile, saying, "I'm back."
He then noticed the chef and, playing the gracious host, extended an invitation, "We have a guest at home, please have some food before you go."
The chef, noticing Yang Yuran's embarrassment, graciously responded, "No need, the young lady and I have a friendship that transcends age. She left something at my wife's place. I was nearby attending a senior citizens' club this afternoon, so I dropped by to deliver it. I need to go home now; my wife is waiting for me."
"Okay, let me see you out; where do you live?" Qin Muyu asked without changing his shoes, pulling out his car keys from his coat.
