Planning to stay at Ji Zeqiu's place for a while, Lin Xu had yet to figure out how to tell Ji Tingyang when he already came home, fuming, to question her.
He stormed over with a face full of rage, and before he could even speak, Lin Xu stepped forward with a bowl of black chicken soup she had prepared, offering it to him to drink.
"You've been so busy lately, and you look haggard. I asked Aunt Zhang to make some soup to nourish you." Lin Xu said.
Even though it wasn't made by her own hands, seeing her bring the soup in front of him satisfied Ji Tingyang quite easily.
He took the soup bowl, opened his mouth, and the voice that was initially surrounded by anger now carried a hint of grievance, "Do you despise me?"
"Huh? Who said that?" Lin Xu was taken aback.
"Otherwise, why would you move out, go find Ji Zeqiu, isn't it good to continue living here with me?" Ji Tingyang asked.
"How did you know?" Lin Xu felt guilty.
