Su Che was not surprised by this; since the day he met him, Gao Han had always been this way. However, only acquaintances like him knew that Gao Han was the classic example of a cold exterior but a warm interior. He may seem as impassive as ice chillingly resistant to warmth, yet those who truly understood him knew his heart was far softer than his appearance suggested.
"Should I leave now, or..." Su Che was unsure about the current situation and could only attempt to clarify by asking.
Gao Han, however, shook his head and turned to look back at the entrance to the apartment building's staircase. Soon, a delicate figure dashed out at a speed that was completely incongruent with her dainty image. Upon seeing the person waiting there, a broad smile blossomed on her pretty little face: "Husband."