Xie Qikan placed his coat on the sofa in the living room. His tall and statuesque figure was clad in a neutral-toned spread-collar shirt, perfectly accentuating a model-like physique. His voice remained as gentle as ever as he extended a robust arm to lead Xiaoxiao into the kitchen.
The older man's voice was usually deep and mellow, but it was quite evident that today's tone had been deliberately amplified, carrying a hint of intentionality aimed at the elderly patriarch.
The two of them were now in the kitchen.
Standing inside, Xiaoxiao's barely composed expression from earlier now completely faded away. Her petite face had turned pale as she instinctively turned her head toward Xie Qikan. Her clear, wide eyes, framed by long lashes, blinked uncertainly with a sense of helpless panic, and she glanced toward him. Just as she was about to speak, she caught the hint in his gaze and obediently closed her mouth.
