Meng Yuhuai was exceedingly fond of frowning.
When he was annoyed, his eyebrows would lock tightly; when he was happy, his eyebrows would move a lot as well; those two thick brows of his could express any emotion. For example, right now, he was frowning out of habit again, and Hua Xiaomai couldn't quite make out his mood. Biting her lip and slightly uneasy, she touched his hand, "Speak up..."
"Why did you suddenly have this idea?" he began, his tone very gentle, but his eyes carried a hint of inquiry.
"Here's how it happened. I had originally planned to see you yesterday, but suddenly Lady Magistrate Tao said she wanted to eat at the small restaurant, so I was delayed,"
