"They were gone when I was very young." Xu Qianqian lowered her head, her expression downcast. "I was raised by my grandfather. My only impression of my parents is from photographs."
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize," Qin Lin said, looking at Xu Qianqian apologetically. "I'm truly sorry."
"It's alright. It's all in the past." Xu Qianqian lightly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Right now, I just want my grandfather to be well. That's all I'm thinking about."
"That's a given. Mr. Xu Sr. will certainly live to be a hundred," Qin Lin said, nodding hurriedly before paying the bill and driving Xu Qianqian back to the villa.
Although the vegetables, meat, and fruit didn't cost much, a stubborn Xu Qianqian insisted on paying herself, reasoning that Qin Lin was a guest.
Before long, watching Xu Qianqian roll up her sleeves and bustle around the kitchen, Qin Lin knew she was truly a woman capable of running a household.
