Qin Yiren heard a sound and turned around with her cup.
The villa's door was wide open, and the handsome man frowned uncomfortably, seeming somewhat dizzy as he steadied himself with the door frame.
The dark suit outlined his broad shoulders and narrow waist, a long black trench coat draped over his shoulders, enveloping the chill of the late autumn night, carrying the scent of tobacco and alcohol.
"Mr. Chu, you're back."
In recognition of his hard work taking care of Bao'er, Qin Yiren greeted him proactively and placed the cup aside.
Noticing Auntie wasn't around, she hesitated for a moment, glanced at the weary Chu Xinian, and stepped forward to help him: "Come sit over here, I'll pour you some honey water..."
While speaking, her slender white fingers held the man's arm gently, pulling him a little.
