Chi Jiao was about to ask where Quan Jue was when she saw him walking down the stairs.
The young man’s handsome face was expressionless, looking a little cold.
“Brother Quan.” Chi Jiao smiled brightly at him.
Quan Jue nodded indifferently and walked to her. “What took you so long to come back?”
Chi Jiao originally sent him a message that she would be back in the afternoon.
She had indeed returned then.
However, she hadn’t expected Zhuo Feng to arrive so quickly. Worried that Zhen Xiaoqing would be taken away by him, she rushed to the hospital.
She was so busy that she forgot to inform Quan Jue.
As Chi Mingwei was also here, Chi Jiao couldn’t explain too much to Quan Jue for the time being, so she casually said, “I went to meet someone at the last minute, so I came back late.”
A dark glint flashed across Quan Jue’s eyes.
She said she went to see someone.
Was it that blond-haired man?
“The two of you, stop chatting. Go and have dinner. The food won’t taste good when it gets cold,” Chi Mingwei said.
Chi Jiao was about to pull Quan Jue to the dining room when he turned around and walked toward the dining room.
Chi Jiao’s little hand trembled before she retracted it.
But she didn’t think much of it and followed him into the dining room.
After arriving at the dining room, Quan Jue sat down.
Chi Jiao sat opposite him.
Tonight’s dinner was very sumptuous. There were five dishes and a soup.
Quan Jue picked up his chopsticks and started eating. He didn’t seem to want to talk.
Seeing how silent he was, Chi Jiao picked up her chopsticks and placed a piece of braised pork ribs into his bowl.
When Quan Jue saw the extra pork ribs in his bowl, he paused for a moment before continuing to eat in silence.
Seeing that he was ignoring her, Chi Jiao blinked in confusion.
Did she do something wrong?
Why had Quan Jue’s attitude toward her suddenly gone back to his initial indifference?
Just as Chi Jiao was about to ask him, Aunt Zhou walked into the dining room.
“I stewed the fish soup for more than two hours over a small fire today. It should taste pretty good. Try it.” Aunt Zhou walked to the dining table and ladled a bowl of soup each for Chi Jiao and Quan Jue.
“Thank you, Aunt Zhou.” Chi Jiao smiled sweetly.
“First Miss, you’re too polite. I’m just doing my job,” Aunt Zhou said happily.
Thanks to Aunt Zhou’s appearance, the originally oppressive atmosphere in the dining room was slightly relieved.
“First Miss, school starts tomorrow. Have you prepared everything you need for school?” Aunt Zhou asked.
“Everything is ready,” Chi Jiao answered while looking at Quan Jue.
Quan Jue’s eyes remained downcast as he ate his meal in silence.
He looked like a cold and elegant young prince.
“My daughter has been transferred to your school. But I don’t know if she will be in the same class as you,” Aunt Zhou said with a smile.
Chi Jiao frowned slightly when she heard her words.
Those who were transferred to Xing Teng Academy during this time of the school term would have to pay high tuition fees and incur huge study loans.
Aunt Zhou worked in their house. It was a full-time job, and she earned ten thousand yuan a month.
She had heard from her father that Aunt Zhou’s husband passed away early and she was raising her daughter alone. Her family’s financial situation was not that good.
With Aunt Zhou’s salary of 10,000 yuan a month, it would be quite difficult for her to support her daughter’s studies at Xing Teng.
