"Slow down. We just need to go get the piano later."
"It was delivered to Shen Zhengfeng's place."
Qin Jiao froze, then immediately started eating faster. "I'll go with you!" she said.
She wasn't worried about Shen Zhengfeng. While he wasn't a good person, he cared immensely about his reputation. The piano was for Shen Yi, so no matter how reluctant he was, he wouldn't be shameless enough to keep it.
The same couldn't be said for the others, however.
Meanwhile, Mr. Du sat down slowly. "Xiao Jiao," he asked, "is something wrong with the family?"
"It's nothing. Just that bit of trouble with my uncle. It's been handled."
"Mm, that's good." Mr. Du ate in small bites, remarking with a sigh, "I've realized I still like your cooking the best, Xiao Jiao."
Qin Jiao smiled. "You got it. When I have a day off from class, I'll come back and cook for you."
"Mm."
