That night, the two of them had dinner very late.

After moving into this house, Zhuang Yibo almost always ate on the coffee table in front of the sofa, because he could watch TV while eating and distract some of his thoughts.

And tonight, she and Shin Wangjin sat next to the small dining table.

She held the rice bowl, but almost covered her face, just buried her head in eating, not picking up food, or talking.

Seeing this, Shin Wangjin slowly put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, just leaned against the back of the chair, holding his arms and looking at her quietly.

After this strange situation lasted for a while, Zhuang Yibo finally slowly raised his head and glanced at him.

"Why don't you eat?" she asked in a low voice.

"I'll wait until you finish eating before eating." Shin Wangjin said, "Stop not letting out chopsticks if you think there is not enough food."

Of course, Zhuang Yibo could hear what he meant. After a moment of pause, he slowly put down the bowl in his hand and began to pick up food in his bowl.

This time, Shen Wangjin moved, but he just leaned forward, put his hands on the dining table, and was still just looking at her.

Zhuang Yibo suddenly became a little at a loss. He was either manual and non-move, either.

Finally, she raised her hand and put the dishes she had picked into his bowl.

Shin Wangjin looked at her movements and seemed to be satisfied, so he picked up the chopsticks again.

However, before he could take a bite, the doorbell suddenly rang.

The moment he heard the doorbell, Zhuang Yibo's heart couldn't help but twitch.

She has no friends or acquaintances, and knows that only Qianxing people who live here should have lived here... Who would have come to ring her doorbell so late?

Thinking of this, Shen Wangjin had already stood up and stepped forward to open the door.

"Wangjin! It's great to see you! You're finally back! It makes me worried!"

Hearing Zhuang Zhonghong's voice came from outside the door, Zhuang Yibo couldn't help but slowly closed his eyes, then got up and walked towards the bedroom.

"I didn't mean to disturb you. The main reason is that Yibo moved out alone, but the phone could not be reached. I was really worried-"

Zhuang Zhonghong grabbed Shen Wangjin's hand and was excited to speak when he suddenly heard a "bang" sound of the door closing.

Zhuang Zhonghong was stunned, then leaned into it and said, "Yibo... isn't it okay?"

When Shin Wangjin heard this, he curled his lips coldly and looked at him and said, "To be honest, I want to know if she is okay."

Zhuang Zhonghong's face changed slightly.

...

Zhuang Yibo sat on his bed, his heart beating a little fast and his face turned slightly pale.

She had never done anything like this before. She stood up in front of others without saying a word, walked away, slammed the door, and avoided him, let alone, this person was her father.

The education she received since childhood did not allow her to do such a thing, but she did it.

She was sitting there in distracted consciousness when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Zhuang Yibo suddenly raised his eyes and saw Shen Wangjin's heart suddenly relaxed.

Shin Wangjin slowly walked up to her, bent down to look at her, "It's okay?"

She nodded slightly, "It's okay."

"It's really okay?" Shen Wangjin asked again.

She still just nodded, but didn't say a word again.

Shen Wangjin still didn't move. She paused for a moment, and finally couldn't help but stretch out her hand, hugged him, and buried her face between his chest and abdomen.

She didn't move or make a sound, but Shen Wangjin still noticed the wetness.

It took a long time before she finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "I don't have a mother or a mother..."

After hearing this, Shen Wangjin reached out and slowly raised her chin.
Chapter completed!