Lu Xia hadn't expected Lan Ya to be so loose-lipped, saying whatever came to mind. It made her feel a bit awkward.
Picking up the meal box Graces had brought, she spoke, feigning a casual tone. "That's just her personality. Don't take it to heart."
"Mm, I know." Graces's voice sounded calm, as if Lan Ya's words hadn't affected him at all, which made Lu Xia breathe a sigh of relief. "How did you get off work so early today?"
"It hasn't been very busy lately, so I could leave early." He didn't elaborate on the specifics. Watching Lu Xia eat the meal he had cooked himself, his eyes shimmered with gentleness. "How is it? To your liking?"
"It's delicious. Actually, you don't have to cook every day. We have a chef at home..."
