Li Hongyan and Yang Fen paid a visit to the Jiang Family, which inevitably affected Shen Qingqing's mood.
When she saw Jiang Zhixun, she wasn't as calm and composed as before.
There was a faint sense of detachment about her.
Not obvious.
But those with a keen eye could sense it.
She shifted her body slightly, rejecting Jiang Zhixun's approach and offer to help. "It'll be done soon. Let me cut it."
Jiang Zhixun didn't press her, afraid she might cut herself.
But he didn't want to leave either. Even though he felt her detachment, he still wanted to stay in the kitchen, steal a few more glances at her.
He moved two steps to the side, keeping a safe distance from Shen Qingqing.
Not too close, not too far.
Just right.
Jiang Zhixun knew how to do housework. When on holiday at home, he would also cook meals.
But this was the first time he stayed around doing nothing, clinging to someone like this.
Madam Jiang found it unbearable to watch.
