"Oh." Qin Nuan appeared in front of the two, "What a coincidence?"
The woman glanced at Qin Nuan then looked behind her, relieved that no one was following, and said, "Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to avoid cold food?"
Qin Nuan didn't care what the woman said and simply sat down, "I didn't want to come either, but I had to, otherwise wouldn't my sister-in-law have been kidnapped?" she said, waving for a waiter, "A cup of hot milk, please."
Then, with a smile in her eyes, "You tell me, why did I come here?"
"Don't be so melodramatic." The man frowned, clearly displeased.
Qin Nuan, unconcerned, continued, "I really don't understand you two, perfect match, eh? One eyes the pot while eating from the bowl, and the other eats from both. Why must you pick a fight with me?" Seeing the milk brought over, she smiled kindly, "Thank you."
"What do you mean?" The woman, sensing Qin Nuan's ill intentions, clenched her bag tightly.
