Shi Che had just come out of the bathroom when Ling Chuxia had straightened out her disheveled clothes and was sitting quietly by the bed.
While drying his wet hair, Shi Che stepped out, and Ling Chuxia, out of habit, stood up and followed him to the couch. Once he sat down, she took the towel from Shi Che and began to dry his hair for him.
Shi Che glanced at her but said nothing.
As Chuxia dried his hair, she stealthily observed Shi Che's expression. Seeing his indifferent expression, though there was still a slight frown between his brows, she couldn't discern any sign of anger. She thought about the earlier phone call from Mrs. Shi, gathered her words, and then spoke, "Young Master… Madam asked us to come home for a meal tomorrow."
Mrs. Shi had called her earlier. Chuxia thought she was calling to inquire about their progress, but unexpectedly, she was merely instructing her to bring Shi Che back for a meal.
