"Of course I'm not—"
Chen Yuan wanted to argue, to explain all the effort he'd put in, but it was starting to seem like an unsolvable problem. Caught in the middle of it all, he found it impossible to voice his bewilderment.
In the middle of their conversation, the sound of slow footsteps approached.
The family of three immediately fell silent, all turning to look toward the source of the sound.
Jiang Yao came into view, carrying a tray of tea. She was concentrating on keeping her steps steady; the heavy tea set in her hands forced her to walk slowly.
Chen Yuan quickly got up to help her. He knew Jiang Yao rarely did chores. Dropping and breaking something would be a minor issue, but he absolutely couldn't let her get scalded.
However, as Chen Yuan approached, Jiang Yao looked at him and whispered, "It's okay, I can handle it. You can sit down."
Seeing the insistence in her eyes, Chen Yuan reluctantly lowered his hands.
