At two fifteen in the afternoon, Yinchu and Nanxi walked out the door hand in hand. Yinchu's neck bore some scratch marks, so he wore a skinny tie today, which gave him a refined, sophisticated look.
As for Nanxi, she chose to wear a scarf to hide the love bites on her neck and collarbone.
They got in the car, and Nanxi took a deep breath, feeling a bit nervous.
She had met most of Yinchu's relatives. However, she had never met his so-called extended cousin, whom Qingtian mentioned last time was married.
This relationship seemed really close, but Xia Zhen had to hide upstairs last time, which was odd.
At half past two, Yinchu took Nanxi to an antique-style teahouse. For some reason, stepping in here reminded Nanxi of her meeting with Han Shaojing and Baobao for Han Qing the other day.
Yinchu never explained anything about Han Qing, and Nanxi didn't want to ask. No matter what, she didn't want to care anymore, as long as he was by her side now and forever.