"Why didn't you invite them in for a glass of water?" Gu Jiaojiao said, a hint of reproach in her voice.
'This man has no sense of social etiquette,' she thought. 'It's a good thing Mu Ziquan didn't get out of the car. After all, the Imperial City is their territory.'
But how could Su Shuochi be bothered to remember social etiquette?
He hadn't seen his wife all afternoon and was burning with impatience, desperate to be close and affectionate with her.
"Honey, don't be angry. It's my fault. It's just... I haven't eaten yet, and my stomach is rumbling."
Su Shuochi put on a shameless, fawning smile to win over his wife, bolting the door behind him.
Hearing this, Gu Jiaojiao felt she had been a bit too harsh. 'Besides, Xia Qiuming and the others have already eaten. It's probably fine that they didn't stay for tea,' she reasoned.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you hadn't eaten. Let's go inside. I'll make you something."
