Jiang Kechu frowned. "Why are you angry? Why have you been pretending not to be home these past few days? What happened?"
Ha, Wan Chu'er was about to burst with rage.
Look at why she's angry, why she's pretending not go be at home—Jiang Kechu, the instigator, actually has no idea why.
She took a few deep breaths, calming her emotions.
Don't rush, don't mess things up.
Seeing Wan Chu'er quickly regain her composure, Jiang Kechu only felt that women are fickle.
Wan Chu'er felt she needed to calm down; now was not the right time to talk to Jiang Kechu, otherwise she wasn't sure what she might say. She needed to think carefully about what to say.
Now it seemed that simply hiding wasn't the solution; it might even backfire.
So Wan Chu'er smiled at Jiang Kechu and said, "Uncle Jiang, I've just finished running and need to freshen up. Could you please step out?"
