He obediently followed her into the house.
Looking at his appearance, he seemed sickly and very pitiable.
It was just when passing by Qin Qingyue that his narrow eyes lifted, gazing at her.
Qin Qingyue stiffened all over, feeling a chill as if touched by something evil.
His eyes churned for a long while, and the corners of his pale lips curved into a mocking smile.
It was as if he was ridiculing her for overestimating herself.
All these happened in just a flash.
Immediately after, his gaze lowered again, and he resumed his frail, sickly demeanor that seemed as if he might collapse with a gust of wind.
He walked into the house.
Sat down.
Jun Yu took a seat next to Su Yan.
Looking at the dishes on the table, three dishes and one soup.
It was enough for the two of them.
Qin Qingyue stood aside and introduced,
"Young Master, I heard from Hong Dou that you like meat dishes, so I made this stir-fried chicken cubes. Please try it."
