Jin Qianqian decided it was best to leave such headache-inducing matters to others.
Watching Li Xia happily run over to where Lichun and the others were sitting, she finally raised a hand to massage her temples.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Gu Wenheng appeared by her side, reaching out to feel her forehead.
"I'm fine, there's just been a slight situation. Why don't we have the kitchen prepare some food first? Mrs. He and the others should be coming down soon, right?"
Jin Qianqian felt that until these matters were fully confirmed, it was better not to speak of them openly.
Gu Wenheng merely glanced at her and played along. "Let's see what local specialties they have here. You stayed in this area for a while last time, so why don't we go together?"
"There's a bamboo shoot dish here that's quite good..." Jin Qianqian replied.
That night, when Lichun and the others attended to Jin Qianqian's evening routine, their expressions were a mix of complicated emotions.
