Her stomach growled again.
Su Junhao mumbled, "Useless."
Jian Yanyan's ears were sharp, she pouted, "If you're so capable, why don't you skip dinner?"
Seeing her banter with him, Su Junhao figured she must be alright now.
He was really frightened by her appearance in the afternoon, worried she'd act on impulse if Jiang Meilin died—would she commit suicide to pay for it?
Unexpectedly, after taking a nap, she seemed to have forgotten everything.
He curved his lips into a slight smile, no longer bickering with her, but instead reached out to hold her hand, and together they went downstairs.
Sister Ying watched them holding hands affectionately, her eyes crinkling into a smile.
Seeing them sit at the dining table, Sister Ying clapped her hands twice, and that was when the servants brought out the steak and red wine, along with some desserts and salads, one by one.
