Zhao Ningxue did not accept the towel Jing Sinian handed to her; instead, she asked bluntly and without gratitude.
Jing Sinian smiled, "Your friend Zhang Ying called me. But don't blame her; it was me who instructed her to look after you during our last dinner. So, the moment something happened, she immediately called me."
"It's so late, what about your son?"
These days, the child had been missing his father and, it was said, had come to stay in this area.
Occasionally, he would mention his son to Zhao Ningxue, his face always full of indulgence.
"The child is already asleep, besides, there's an auntie at home, it's fine."
This man's temper was frighteningly good, as if no matter how much you lost your temper, he would never get angry.
