" ahem, tuoyu, did you have a good rest last night? " teng siqing asked, feeling a little guilty.
han tuoyu almost had the words " over my brother " written all over his face. " it's alright, but ... "
"since you're done resting, why aren't you leaving?"
a discordant voice cut in.
like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, han tuoyu jumped up. " he jinsi! "
"don't shout so loudly. if you scare my son and wife, can you bear the consequences?"
he jinsi glanced at him coldly and walked toward teng siqing. he placed the tray in his hands in front of her.
"qing qing, here's your breakfast,"
"but, it's getting late ..."
teng siqing was afraid that she would be late and was in a hurry to leave. however, just as she was about to get up, he jinsi pressed her shoulder down.