Zhang Qian didn't say much, took Lin Shuyu's hand, and, with their fingers tightly interlocked, led her toward the study.
It wasn't until the living room was quiet again that He Tang was able to smoothly exhale the breath that had been caught in her throat.
She leaned against the kitchen counter, feeling completely drained.
Still, she quickly adjusted her mindset, hurried to the floor to clean up the broken pieces of the plate, and then stood up to start making hand-ground coffee.
After all, she had to keep up her role as the nanny for the time being.
He Tang's thoughts were clear.
Sooner or later, she would have a clean break with Zhang Qian.
She certainly didn't want to provoke the Lin Family's guardian deity during this period and end up with too many troubles, unable to extricate herself.
In less than fifteen minutes, He Tang's hand-ground coffee was ready.
She carried two cups of the same coffee to the door of the study.
