Lin Qiao was caught off guard when he suddenly leaned in, and she took a step back in surprise, pressing her back against the cabinet. "Ahem, having a closer look, I can recognize you now." She finished speaking and feigned casualness as she circled around him and returned to the stove to tidy up.
The changed demeanor of the antagonist made her feel a bit at a loss.
In the past, she would have leaned in close with a teasing smile.
Alas, it's not as easy to tease the antagonist anymore.
Song Tingfan glanced at the crumpled corner of his clothes he just pinched and lightly patted it twice before returning to sit by the stove.
In the main room, Song Qin stood at the doorway, peeking into the kitchen. Her face wrinkled into a smile, and she turned to Mrs. Fan saying, "I finally feel at ease."
"Indeed." Mrs. Fan had some understanding of Song Qin and her family's thoughts; this family was kind-hearted, regardless of gender or age.
