The table is round, Han Luoli and Bai Xiaoyu looked up and saw the pretentious Wen Xin. They both lowered their heads in disgust, not giving Wen Xin any eye contact, and exchanged glances, feeling something was off.
At such an important time, how could this wife-obsessed Han Luoli not bring Xiaoer along?
Old Mr. Han put down his chopsticks and asked with concern, "Busy with work?"
"Yes." Han Luoli glanced at Han Zaijing, "Quite busy, been working overtime."
He couldn't possibly say that he'd been busy cuddling with Xiaoer all day, giving Han Zaijing any leverage to concoct various accusations.
He didn't want Xiaoer to be stained in the minds of the two elders.
"It's good to be busy, young people should focus on building their careers." Old Mr. Han nodded in agreement.
"Old Han, you're really taking it easy!" An elderly man chuckled, "My grandson is about the same age as Han Luoli, and my great-grandson is already running around!"
