Fu Jinghen received the answers from his two advisors, feeling a bit more at ease.
He went downstairs and sat across from Wen Qiao, glancing at her without a word.
It seemed his beloved was genuinely upset with him.
To prevent himself from messing up, Fu Jinghen avoided looking into Wen Qiao's eyes, deliberately not looking at her.
This was the quietest meal the two of them had ever had. Wen Qiao was preoccupied with Fu Jinghen's strange behavior, so she didn't have much of an appetite. After eating half a bowl of rice, she put down her chopsticks and said, "I'm full. You clean up the table later."
"Okay," Fu Jinghen replied, "Got it."
Wen Qiao nodded, turned, and went upstairs.
What an aggravating man!
She had slaved away all day and still made dinner for him, and what was with his deadpan expression?
She shouldn't care about what happens to him!
If she talked to him first again, she'd take his last name!
