Little Fu...you're calling him that already?
Qin Mu took a sip of the spare rib soup, put his phone away, and smugly raised his eyebrows at Su Wan, as if seeking praise.
Su Wan got the hint, silently picked up her chopsticks and added a piece of sweet and sour spare rib to Qin Mu's bowl: "You're too skinny. Eat more."
Su Yue pulled out a chair and sat down, sighed, and said: "Clearly Qin Yan is also handsome, tall, and earning quite well now. How come he just can't bring a girlfriend home?"
Qin Mu rolled his eyes: "Mom, are you seriously bragging so much?"
Su Yue used her chopsticks to knock off the chicken wing Qin Mu had tried so hard to pick up and sternly said: "Did I say anything wrong? Is your brother not tall, handsome, and rich?" Then she looked at Su Wan, who was focused on eating, "Wanwan, tell me, isn't your brother handsome?"
Su Wan swallowed her food and answered honestly: "Handsome."
