"Ah..." A soft yet fierce shout came.
Lu Yin chuckled deeply, "Come on, shout again and let me hear."
Little Jingxing grabbed his hand and tried to stuff it into his mouth.
Lu Yin was truly afraid of his saliva, so he quickly withdrew his hand and wiped it on a napkin twice before stopping.
"You're going instead of me."
Lu Yin made a firm decision, ending the conversation.
Lu Meng wrinkled her nose, "Always bullying me."
Lu Yin, about to leave the restaurant, paused at her words, then slightly turned his head back, "What did you say?"
"No, didn't say anything." Lu Meng succumbed.
Lu Yin chuckled lightly and turned around to leave.
...
In preparation for the art exhibition, Lin Qinqin was hands-on with everything.
It was already eleven at night, and she was still busy with the preparations for the next day's art exhibition.
After checking everything once more and ensuring there were no issues, she then told the staff they could leave.
