"I had some business with Aunt Shui, so how could I show up empty-handed!"
His act was so natural, Ni Bingyan couldn't help but relax a little.
While they were talking, the housekeeper had already gone upstairs to inform Shui Sulan. By the time Shui Sulan had changed and come downstairs, she saw her son walking in with a fruit basket. Ni Bingyan followed behind him, dressed in a tweed suit and long black boots, clearly ready for a formal event.
Shui Sulan's face lit up, and she walked over to greet them.
"Bingbing, have you had breakfast yet?"
Ni Bingyan glanced toward the dining room and realized she had come too early, which made her feel a bit awkward.
She was used to waking up and eating early; she'd forgotten that other families might have different habits.
Besides, she had an appointment today and was worried about being late.
The apology couldn't wait, so she had to risk being a little impolite by coming so early.
