Downstairs in the restaurant, Yin Moran led Lin Qian and her son to their seats.
When Chu Yelin appeared, Yin Moran's smiling face faded.
Chu Yelin came?
He's really early!
"Qianqian, Ziyang, good morning."
Chu Yelin greeted Lin Qian and Chu Ziyang with a smile, as if nothing had happened.
Lin Qian pursed her lips and didn't speak. Beside her, Chu Ziyang raised his little eyebrows, holding Lin Qian tightly, and looked at Chu Yelin with some caution.
Yin Moran's eyes were calm. He picked up Chu Ziyang and placed him on the chair, then gentlemanly pulled out a chair for Lin Qian.
Lin Qian gave him a gentle smile and placed the milk from the table in front of him.
The silent understanding between them exuded a touch of intimacy, like the gentle rain that quietly nourishes the earth.
Chu Yelin's smile paused slightly, and the hands hanging at his sides unconsciously clenched into fists.
Opposite, Mi Qihua watched Chu Yelin eat humble pie and sighed inwardly.