Arriving home, Feng Chengjin never expected that Gu Zixuan had already prepared dinner for him.
Looking at the not-so-great dishes, and then at the French chef Jim beside them, Feng Chengjin could roughly guess what was going on.
He walked forward, looked at her, and awkwardly smiled, "Something came up in the afternoon that I had to deal with, and I realized my phone was out of battery while on the road."
Gu Zixuan's hand paused slightly while setting the tableware, then she lifted her eyes and smiled, "I know, it's okay. I didn't wait long after realizing you left; you seemed to be in a hurry, so I came back."
Understanding Gu Zixuan's cleverness, seemingly influenced by Qiu Yuan, she especially knew how to yield when a man was busy, making it impossible for a man to not find her good.
So, even though she should understand what he guessed, treating it as an impromptu matter, she didn't take it seriously.
