"Xiaoqian, I'll go with you."
Bo Jinghang stepped forward to hold Qin Yiren's hand, glancing sideways at Bo Jiu: "Sis, didn't you say you have a remote meeting to attend? You can use the study; the password is 956789."
Bo Jiu gave Qin Yiren a discreet look, unable to discern any obvious emotions, and nodded nonchalantly: "Alright, I'll take care of my work and look forward to Xiaoqian's cooking."
Qin Yiren smiled playfully and replied, "I promise Miss Bo won't be disappointed."
"Don't worry, my sister isn't picky about food."
Bo Jinghang chuckled softly and continued talking, leading her out of the study and down the carved stairway to the hall.
Standing on the handwoven carpet, Qin Yiren leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, craning her neck to look at the driveway in front of the villa, ready to welcome Yan Xiaye and her husband.
