Weilan shouted loudly to Aunt Zhang, "Aunt Zhang, serve the food as soon as it's ready."
Aunt Zhang immediately nodded, "Yes, miss."
Lu Hechen came out of the kitchen, holding Zhizhi in his arms. The little one looked even smaller in his embrace.
Chen Jingbo saw this scene, glanced at Lu Hechen, curved his lips into a smile, and said, "If a person wants to be happy living alone, they shouldn't worry too much. If a person worries too much, happiness is impossible."
Weilan heard what Chen Jingbo said and turned to look at him. He had already picked up the tea and was sipping, savoring the taste of Biluo Mountain Spring tea.
These words seemed meant for her but also like a personal insight spoken to oneself.
Just one glance at Chen Jingbo and Weilan knew he wasn't speaking to himself; he was saying it for her to hear.
Did he think she was worrying too much?
Weilan spoke lightly, "Are you saying I worry too much?"
