While she was eating, she heard a car outside. She turned to the window and saw a car driving in. Her grip on the chopsticks tightened unconsciously. She lowered her head and stared at the plate of dumplings. Soon, the door creaked open and Lu Jinnian entered.
Qiao Anhao sneaked a peak at him while he was changing his shoes at the entrance before lowering her head to focus on her plate of dumplings.
She acted exactly the same way as before when she was alone in the mansion, but deep in her heart, she was fully aware that her palms were damp from sweat.
Lu Jinnian entered the living room, throwing his jacket onto the sofa. As he was loosening his tie, he caught sight of the lights in the kitchen. Inside, Qiao Anhao was eating alone at a long dining table that could fit up to ten people.
