"Alright, alright, he knows he was wrong. Come, Xiaoqi, promise your father you won't do it again."
Ning Xin played the good cop, walked over, patted his head, and winked at Xiaoqi.
"Father, Xiaoqi knows he was wrong."
"Hmph!"
Chen Xuan snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and left the room.
"Whew—"
After he left, Xiaoqi breathed a long sigh of relief.
"You sure are bold."
Ning Xin poked his forehead and glared at him.
"Isn't it over now?"
Xiaoqi said playfully.
"Auntie, I'm hungry, I want to eat your delicious food."
He had been in closed-door cultivation for two months, usually eating only pills. Now he particularly craved Ning Xin's cooking.
"Alright, alright, Auntie will make some for you now."
She was the most indulgent to Xiaoqi, agreeing to him immediately.
...
Dinner!
The table was full of delicious food, each dish steaming hot.
"Wow, finally can eat Auntie's cooking."
Xiaoqi's eyes sparkled, but then he glanced at Chen Xuan out of the corner of his eye.
