Xia Qing frowned at Pei Ming's disheveled appearance.
"Did you get robbed?"
"No, no. I was just getting a few things ready, so I'm a little late. You must've been getting impatient." Pei Ming hurriedly waved his hands.
Just as Xia Qing was about to ask more, Pei Ming grabbed his right hand and pulled him out of the studio at a run.
Pei Ming settled Xia Qing into the passenger seat and carefully fastened his seat belt for him.
Instead of taking Xia Qing to a restaurant, Pei Ming took him to a small villa with an exquisite exterior. Outside was a little garden filled with all kinds of flowers.
Holding Xia Qing's hand, Pei Ming carefully opened the villa's front door. There were no extravagant furnishings inside; instead, everything suited Xia Qing's taste perfectly.
Xia Qing looked at the blue vase on the entryway cabinet. Even the rug on the floor was from his favorite brand.
The farther Pei Ming led him inside by the hand, the more surprised Xia Qing became, because everything, large or small, came from brands and designers he liked.
And that was not all-even the interior was just like the home he had dreamed of as a child.
A spiral staircase, a crystal chandelier, a snow mountain sofa...
The dining table was laden with Xia Qing's favorite dishes. They were not particularly elegant, but they looked and smelled delicious.
Pei Ming pulled out a chair for Xia Qing.
Xia Qing sat down.
"Qingqing, try some and see if it's good. I made all of this especially for you. I admit I had help, but I definitely did eighty percent of the work." Pei Ming looked at Xia Qing expectantly.
Xia Qing brought a spoonful of soup to his mouth, and his eyes lit