"I still have a flight to catch early in the morning," Lily grunted while clutching to her robe a little tighter. Her gaze bore daggers into the man lying across from her. She was only being grumpy because her sleep had been interrupted.
"Qin Wuyang told me everything." Qin Chuan continued while ignoring his daughter's dark face. He was standing facing the painting of Lily smiling in their living room with his hands in his pockets. "This is a very nice painting by the way. It suits you." Noticing Lily's silence, Qin Chuan let out a deep sigh and shifted his gaze towards Zhuo Jingren, approaching them.
"I apologize for disturbing your rest. I just thought to let you know about this before you leave for Japan tomorrow," Qin Chuan said as he accepted the cup of coffee that Zhuo Jingren handed to him. "Thank you."
"Hmmm… take a seat." Zhuo Jingren sat beside Lily while he gestured with his hand for the older man to sit on the couch to their left.
