Chen Xiaoyi's mother poured a glass of water for her son in the living room and said, "Talk to Miss Zhu."
Chen Xiaoyi raised his head and glanced at his father standing silently by the window, then turned back to his mother and said, "Got it."
Might as well. Some things are better clarified in advance to avoid deepening misunderstandings. Cutting off her hopes would also put an end to his parents' expectations.
At that, Chen Xiaoyi's mother pulled his father outside. His father, as he tossed aside the newspaper in his hand, looked at his son with a complex expression.
In the living room, Chen Xiaoyi put the glass of water his mother had poured back onto the coffee table. Zhu Yan sat on the sofa beside him, scrolling through messages on her phone. When she noticed him looking over, she lifted her almond-shaped eyes and smiled at him.
