What Kind of CEO? Isn't Running a Stall Better? (42)
Chu Jingchen shook his head, very insistent. "Your casual act of kindness saved her life. Our whole family should properly thank you."
After a pause, he continued unhurriedly, "My grandmother has high blood pressure, and her heart isn't in very good condition either. She also has a bit of dementia, so she can be rather stubborn sometimes."
"Just like yesterday. She ignored the doctor's instructions again, secretly avoiding the servants to sneak out and have fun. If you hadn't gone, I was afraid she might come looking for you at the Night Market."
Su Qiao hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement. "All right, then. I'll come over tomorrow at noon. I have to run my stall at night, so I won't have time."
Chu Jingchen secretly let out a sigh of relief, and the smile returned to his eyes. "Good. I'll come pick you up tomorrow at noon."
Seeing him get to his feet to leave, Su Qiao called out, "Wait. Do you know where I live?"
"You're underestimating me too much."
Realizing that he had let the cat out of the bag, Chu Jingchen hurriedly tried to make up for it. "I didn't specifically investigate you. It was because my grandmother..."
Su Qiao looked at him as if she had seen it all before and waved her hand. "I know. You don't have to explain."
She had seen this trick of his too many times already and had long since stopped finding it strange.
If he hadn't investigated her, that would have been what she found strange.
Chu Zhenghao rubbed his nose, and his cheeks suddenly turned a little red.
He had indeed made himself look rather suspicious just now.
"Then... see you tomorrow. I'll be going