Shi Wenqian just refused to believe that Zhang Renshu went to the hotel to work or relax, but how come no one entered or left his room?
There had to be something her underlying missed.
The next morning at the breakfast table, Zhang Renshu comes down a little unsually late.
Shi Wenqian's glance trailed him immediately she caught sight of his shadow, till he settled in his seat.
"Good morning, Dad," Zhang Mingyu greeted in a hoarse voice. His face looked tired.
He had a deep sleep last night and waking up this morning, he just wanted to get back to bed.
Zhang Renshu's gaze on him lasted for only a second before humming in response.
Zhang Xiaoling also greeted him and received the same kind of response.
Glancing at her mother who had a dark glow around her, and her stepfather who didn't seem to care about anything this morning, she guessed that there must have been a fight between them.
