It probably wasn't, right? Han Ziqing couldn't be that bored.
"Mr. Chen, what are you looking for?" Aunt Zhao suddenly appeared, startling Chen Jiashu.
Feeling a little guilty, he shut the door and said awkwardly, "I went into the wrong room."
"Sir's room is next door," Aunt Zhao said with a smile.
Chen Jiashu said, "I wanted to get some water."
Aunt Zhao said, "There's water prepared in Sir's room."
Chen Jiashu said, "..."
Couldn't she at least let him come up with an excuse?
"President Han is busy, so it might not be convenient to disturb him. I'd better go downstairs for a drink," Chen Jiashu said.
Aunt Zhao did not say anything else and led him downstairs.
Pretending to ask casually, Chen Jiashu said, "Aunt Zhao, I noticed that the bed in the guest room seemed like it had just been moved out. What happened?"
Aunt Zhao chuckled. "Sir had it moved."
"Huh? Why did President Han have it moved?" Chen Jiashu looked thoroughly confused.
Aunt Zhao said, "That's the owner's private matter. It wouldn't be right for me to pry."
Chen Jiashu tactfully did not ask any further questions.
When they reached the kitchen, Aunt Zhao poured him a glass of water.
Chen Jiashu took it and had barely taken a sip when Aunt Zhao sighed from beside him, "Mr. Chen, you're the first man Sir has ever brought home."
Pfft—
Hearing those familiar words, Chen Jiashu sprayed the water right out of his mouth.
He even choked on it, covering his mouth as he began to cough.
Cough, cough, cough!
No, why did that sound so familiar?!
Aunt Zhao hurriedly found some tissues and handed them to him. "How did you choke?"
"It's nothing." Chen Jiashu wiped the corner of his mouth and set down his