But it doesn't matter, since he has always lived here, and he's not afraid that Madam Xiao won't believe him.
After dinner, Bai Qingzhu and Xiao Lijin went home.
The children were, of course, left there, but they weren't worried about Ji Zichuan doing anything to the kids; those two were too clever for their own good, and it seemed that Ji Zichuan would have a hard time with them these days.
Once they got home, Xiao Lijin pushed her onto the sofa directly: "Why didn't you tell me you met Ji Zichuan?"
The never-changing tactic!
Yet it seemed to work on Bai Qingzhu.
"It's not that I didn't tell you, it's just that I didn't think it was worth mentioning. If I'd known we'd see him at our old house, I'd have told you beforehand."
Bai Qingzhu's eyes were sincere, without a hint of deceit.
Over time, Xiao Lijin had come to understand Bai Qingzhu.
"What did he say to you?" Xiao Lijin's tone softened considerably.
