He Tingchen returned from outside, and as soon as he entered, he saw Fang Anning standing at the doorway with a smile.
Hands clasped together in front of her, she bowed as soon as she saw him come in. Then, she diligently took his coat from him and handed it to Mrs. Chen to hang up.
He Tingchen glanced at her with curiosity, then went upstairs to change his clothes first.
By the time he came back down, Fang Anning was already at the dining table, beginning to set up for dinner.
"What's the matter? Speak."
After He Tingchen sat down, he coldly uttered without any expression on his face.
Fang Anning gave an embarrassed smile: "As expected, nothing can escape your eyes."
Flattery without reason smacks of ulterior motives.
He Tingchen's face showed disgust.
