"Take a seat, I'll go cook," Chu Xiao'e sighed softly.
It was an accident, a pure fluke.
It was not Song Guanchao's fault, nor could Si Qingqing be blamed.
It was an accident caused purely by unequal information.
She took the just-bought groceries and went into the kitchen.
Si Qingqing followed her in short steps.
Although she was still a bit upset, considering Song Guanchao's status, the fact that it was an accident, and that he had apologized, she didn't feel it was appropriate to say anything more.
However, being alone with Song Guanchao still felt awkward.
Song Guanchao sat on the couch, glancing towards the kitchen from time to time.
Half an hour later, Chu Xiao'e said, "Go wash your hands for dinner."
Song Guanchao washed his hands and came over, with Si Qingqing keeping her head down.
Chu Xiao'e had wanted to open a bottle of red wine at first, but under the circumstances, it seemed inappropriate to drink.
During the meal, the atmosphere was somewhat subdued.
