Despite feeling anxious and wanting to know what had happened to her daughter, the beautiful woman first poured Song Guanchao a cup of tea.
"Mr. Song, have some tea."
The beautiful woman bent over to offer the tea, her loose robe slightly draping down, revealing a hint of snow-white in the bright light.
Song Guanchao kept his eyes respectfully down, receiving the cup without letting his gaze stray.
Fortunately, the beautiful woman's thoughts were entirely on Jiang Yiren, and since Song Guanchao hadn't shown any particular reaction, it was only his side that felt awkward.
The beautiful woman returned to Jiang Yiren's side, about to inquire, when the middle-aged man who was making a call outside had finished his conversation.
He turned and walked into the living room, slightly surprised to see Song Guanchao and Jiang Yiren.
Immediately, his expression darkened.
"Mr. Song," the man maintained his composure.
Song Guanchao returned his greeting with a smile.
