Shen Changan's expression froze as he glanced between Dao Nian and the sumptuous dinner laid out on the table, his demeanor growing serious.
"Go." Seeing Shen Changan's troubled expression, Dao Nian assumed he had misunderstood that he wouldn't accompany Shen Changan. "I'll have Liu Mao make the arrangements later." It is said that human beings are easily spoiled, it seems there's truth to that saying. I didn't even say I wouldn't go, yet his face had already fallen—if I really didn't accompany him, the boy might end up crying secretly under his covers.
“I was just saying it casually,” Shen Changan mumbled, keeping his head down as he ate his rice, too embarrassed to look up at Dao Nian. "If you're busy with work, you don't need to accompany me. I lived in the capital for many years and I’m quite familiar with it.”