Qin Ming "whooshed" to his feet and turned his head.
He Zhiyao walked over, stood behind the sofa, bent down to Qin Shuang, and hooked a strand of her hair with his fingertip, "What are we talking about, Mrs. He?"
Before Qin Shuang could speak, Qin Ming interjected, "Talking about... Qin You, yeah. I've already settled everything on that end, told her not to worry about it anymore, and you should do the same."
He Zhiyao paused, not expecting it to be about that, and casually said, "Alright, then."
Qin Shuang glanced at the time, barely past ten, and couldn't help but ask, "Is Star asleep yet? How come you got here so fast?"
He Zhiyao patted her on the head lightly, "I promised him we'd go to the science museum tomorrow afternoon, so he went to bed half an hour early."
Qin Shuang was at a loss for words.
The plastic father-son relationship between He Zhiyao and Star probably depended entirely on a tug-of-war of negotiating terms to maintain it.