It was normal for a young girl to have a temper, so Wang Jian didn't think much of it. She would probably be back to her cheerful self by tomorrow, laughing and joking with him as if nothing had happened. It was just like when they were children; her tantrums never lasted through the night. With that in mind, Wang Jian wasn't too worried about Ren Yu as he left the village committee office and headed straight for home.
As Wang Jian approached his house, the aroma of food wafted toward him, and he could almost see a table full of delicious dishes.
"You're back?"
"Yeah."
Xu Qian's voice carried over. Wang Jian looked up and saw her in a short skirt with an apron tied over it, carrying dishes from the yard into the air-conditioned room. The sight instantly eased the fatigue of his day.
