Li Tingchen didn't call her out on the clumsy lie. Standing by the dining table, he simply said, "Wash up. It's time for dinner." The light softened his silhouette. Dressed not in his usual sharp suit but in a soft cashmere sweater, he seemed to radiate a hint of warmth. Even the usual chill on his refined features had thawed. He even had on the apron she’d bought him three years ago, tied neatly