She knew even better what the old man was thinking and, looking at him, said, "No matter who comes for dinner, you're not allowed to drink."
The old man's reaction to his thoughts being read was obvious as he raised his voice in denial, "You silly girl, what are you talking about? I don't want to drink."
Then he shook his head and muttered softly, "I didn't want to drink."
He said he didn't want to, but he looked like he was about to drool.
Yan Zao found this adorable, and so did Wen Jing. The two exchanged glances and secretly laughed.
The grandfather clock in the living room chimed on the hour, and Wen Jing glanced at it, four o'clock sharp.
She put away the photos for Yan Zao to sign and fastened her bag.
Every move she made was noticed by Yan Zao.
She was about to leave.
Yan Zao pursed her lips, remaining calm.
Sure enough, Wen Jing stood up.