His voice had quieted down significantly, yet his tone ... was stubborn beyond measure.
Han Jingnian didn't make a sound, nor did he turn back. He didn't even hesitate in his steps as he headed straight for the bathroom in the living room.
Instead, it was Xia Wan'an, who had called them to dinner from the doorway, her voice gentle as she spoke to Han Zhijin, who still hadn't stood up, "Get up quickly, the dishes will get cold soon, and they won't taste good then."
Previously, whenever faced with this woman named Xia Wanwan, Han Zhijin, who was always fiercely disdainful, surprisingly complied obediently with Xia Wan'an's words and stood up from the ground.
Because he had been kneeling for too long, his knees ached severely. He stood in place for a while before he reluctantly shuffled, limping, towards the doorway of the study.
