Pei Jingchuan lightly pursed his lips, furrowing his brows.
He tidied up his clothes a bit, heading upstairs.
When he reached Jiang Yuzhu's door, the light was still on. Through the crack in the door, he could see a faint glow.
He took a deep breath and then gently knocked on the door.
"Yuzhu, are you still awake?" His voice was deep and powerful; while it was a question, it still carried concern.
The room was silent. After a while, the door opened slowly, revealing the cold face of Jiang Yuzhu. Her eyes were calm, but they could not hide her tiredness.
"Pei Jingchuan, what's the matter?" She said indifferently, seemingly not surprised by his sudden return.
"How come you're back so soon? Is the banquet over?"
Pei Jingchuan looked at her, his heart slightly trembling.
"I heard from Aunt Chen that you didn't have dinner tonight. This worried me a lot."
His tone was firm and affectionate, as steadfast as his working style, "If something is bothering you, you can tell me."