Qiao Anhao didn't dare look at him at all. She just lowered her head and hid her face behind her hair.
The rims of her eyes flared up a few times, but she tried to push down the tears. When her hair was dry, she took a deep breath. She casually tied her hair up, and said, in a tone as though everything was normal, "I'll go see if Madam Chen has finished cooking dinner."
Then she walked out of the bedroom.
When Qiao Anhao came to the kitchen, Madam Chen had already finished. The soup made bubbling noises, as it boiled under the high heat. Madam Chen was crouching in front of the bin, peeling garlic. Seeing Qiao Anhao come over, she immediately said, "Missus, dinner will be ready real soon. You can call Mr. Lu to wash his hands and come down now."
