Xie Qikan looked at his beloved little woman, her watery eyes carrying a compelling smile, her deep black eyes glimmering mischievously as she shot a playful glance at Yuan Xiaoxiao. His tone was brimming with tenderness and doting affection.
"Oh. Alright."
A bit guilty, Yuan Xiaoxiao could only nod firmly and wrinkle her brows as she forced herself to eat the extra breakfast—a nutritional supplement with no taste whatsoever—that felt like a torture session every single morning.
Meanwhile, Xie Qiyan had already made his way to the third floor, opened the door to his room, and returned to his space.
Upon going upstairs, Xie Qiyan's lips, sharp like a blade's edge, had been gently curved into a soft smile the entire time. Quietly entertaining a few inner monologues, the old man Xie Qiyan's voice was laced with unabashed pride and expectant joy.
