Ye Zhenzhen glanced at Song Jinze and then looked at Da Mi's face, faint childhood fragments flickering in her mind, the sound of a little boy crying...
The memory flashed quickly before vanishing.
"This is my husband, he dropped me off."
Then it was mealtime, and this man just conveniently came in for a meal! Of course, she couldn't say the latter half out loud; if she did, it would be somewhat disrespectful to say it in front of Da Mi.
Da Mi looked at Song Jinze with annoyance, "I know."
Then he ignored Song Jinze completely, stood up, and walked toward Ye Zhenzhen, "Don't just stand there, have a seat!"
While speaking, Da Mi prepared to pull out a chair for Ye Zhenzhen, but Song Jinze, with quick eyes and hands, pulled out the chair closest to Ye Zhenzhen instead, his eyes soft, "Wife, please sit."