As Qiao An crossed her arms and fixed Xie Shan with a scrutinizing gaze, a cold sweat broke out on his back. He desperately wanted to change the subject and divert everyone's attention.
"Um… want some fruit?"
Qiao An sneered, remaining perfectly still as she continued to stare at Xie Shan.
Faced with this difficult moment, Xie Shan was filled with regret...
'If I'd known I was going to be interrogated, I should have just hidden in the kitchen and cooked. Why am I out here making a fool of myself?!'
But life doesn't offer many do-overs. Xie Shan could only crook a finger at Qiao An.
"There's a kid here. Let's go to the kitchen and help prep the vegetables."
Just a moment ago, everyone had been enjoying a pleasant chat in the living room. Now, the small kitchen was packed to the gills.
