Although puzzled, Bai Ye didn't ask why, nor did he speak to Bai Zhi.
They each did their own thing without disturbing one another.
Bai Ye knew all too well there was nothing good to be said between them.
What was there to say? Bai Zhi disliked him, and it wasn't as if he was particularly fond of Bai Zhi either.
So there was no need to bother.
Bai Zhi felt much the same; she really didn't have a good impression of Bai Ye. The fact that they hadn't come to blows was reason enough for Ye Xiu to breathe a sigh of relief.
Bai Zhi made stir-fried pork and a spicy and sour shredded potato dish, and finally cooked the rice.
After classes, Ye Xiu saw that it was Bai Zhi cooking, tears welling up in her eyes, she covered her mouth with her hand, at a loss for words.
"Xingxing, when did you get here? Why didn't you call mom?"
Bai Zhi placed the dishes on the table and looked towards Ye Xiu.
