"Sit down and have something to eat."
Aunt Chun set her bowl and chopsticks in place, "There's no need to rush out, eat first before you go."
She had long noticed Qin Mo's readiness to leave, hurrying like this.
"Alright, I'll listen to Aunt Chun." She glanced at the time; it was still manageable.
But before she had been eating long, there was movement upstairs.
Chu Yiqin had come down after taking a shower and changing clothes, with droplets still in his hair, which he had not blown dry, only toweling it off. The man in such a state was somehow even more enticing than usual, almost causing Qin Mo to lose her composure.
"The son-in-law is up early. I just got up not long ago, and the son-in-law has already gone out for exercise. Miss, you should learn a bit, you can't be so physically weak," Aunt Chun advised, treating Qin Mo as a younger family member, which lent her words an extra bit of familiarity, shedding some formality.
"She is very weak."