After leaving Chen Huahua's house, Chu Qing did not take a taxi. Instead, he ran straight home. This level of exercise was as simple as warming up for him.
When he arrived downstairs, he tiptoed up the stairs and entered the room.
Fortunately, the door had not been moved. It seemed that no one had realized that he had not been home the entire night.
Chu Qing did not even change his clothes. He pretended to have just woken up, pushing the door open and walking out of his room. The fragrance of cooking came from outside again.
"Why are you up so early today?"
When his father saw that Chu Qing had actually gotten out of bed by himself, he could not help but be a little surprised.
"I slept a lot yesterday."
Chu Qing lied calmly, his face neither red nor pale.
"By the way, Chu Qing, tonight… You can eat out. I won't be cooking dinner."
"Huh? Why?"