Qiao Yun's casual "oh" didn't have any particular meaning, but Han Wang, with a guilty conscience, interpreted it as something loaded with intent.
Han Wang inexplicably felt uneasy. Should she step forward or stay where she was? Stepping forward might give away her anxiety.
Fortunately, Qiao Yun broke the silence first and asked, "Aren't you going to see him?"
Han Wang pressed her lips together and forced out a reply, "Fine," before straightening her back and walking resolutely towards the kitchen. She looked as though she was marching off to face some calamity head-on.
Qiao Yun blinked and tilted her head in confusion as she looked at Li Hanzhou. "Did I say something wrong?"
Li Hanzhou lowered his head to look at Qiao Yun.
The weather wasn't too cold today, and Qiao Yun wore only a creamy white, soft sweater. Her slightly wavy long hair draped over her front, and the light reflected off her calm, doe-like features, making her appear even more quiet and well-behaved.
