"You're thinking too much," Jing Yan looked down at her helplessly. "Can we go down and eat first? Grandpa has been waiting for us for a long time."
"Alright, I'm overthinking it." He Miao's heart burned with anger for no reason. She glared at Jing Yan, then walked down the stairs without looking back.
In the dining room, Old Master Jing saw that the atmosphere between the two of them was obviously not right and guessed the reason for their argument. He put some food in He Miao's bowl. "What fragrances did Miaomiao make today? Are you tired after a busy morning? Why don't you take some time to rest?"
"I'm fine, Grandpa. I used to work until very late in the lab at school. I'm used to it." He Miao barely managed to maintain a sweet smile, not wanting the old man to worry about them.