"Do you know that Young Master Xiang?"
On the way back, Long Yue recalled Young Master Xiang, always feeling that the way that person looked at her own husband was off. They called each other brothers, but from their expressions, they seemed distant.
Li Qingmu softly tapped the wooden board beside him, remaining silent.
Long Yue saw him like this, knew he was hiding something from her, and said angrily, "Fine, don't say it then, hmph!"
Li Qingmu lowered his head and gazed at her deeply, softly saying, "I'll tell you tonight."
"Why wait until tonight?"
She was somewhat perplexed, while he smiled without speaking.
Returning home, it was already afternoon. The family had left some food, but Long Yue and the others had already eaten buns at a nearby bun shop, so they weren't hungry, just ate a little symbolically.
"Mother."
"Oh, Qiu'er, what's up?"
