Twenty minutes later, in a corner of the café, Little Second and Little Sixth were still sitting at another table, their ears practically perked up, fully focused on the situation at the opposite table.
The atmosphere... was odd. Qin Miaomiao and Lu Qing sat together, while Rong Lan sat across from them. His expression… looked a bit stiff. Qin Miaomiao introduced:
"This is my husband. Husband, this is my friend."
Lu Qing raised an eyebrow slightly. "When did you return to the country? Why didn't you say anything?"
From the tone of his words, it sounded like these two had quite a history.
"I just got back." Rong Lan took a nervous sip of coffee.
"Oh? Just got back, and you're already visiting my wife? Nephew."
Nephew? Lu Qing and Rong Lan are actually relatives?! Qin Miaomiao was dumbstruck, nearly spitting out the plain water in her mouth!
Rong Lan gritted his teeth and yelled, "I told you not to call me nephew! I'm older than you!"
Lu Qing calmly and elegantly reminded him:
