Loh Xiaoan came in, saw the scene, and couldn't help but laugh, "Qingqing, Krol, long time no see."
"Brother Xiao An, come, join me for hot pot!" Shen Qingyan called, "Eating hot pot alone is no fun, come keep me company."
Krol protested, "Aren't I keeping you company?"
"You?" Shen Qingyan sneered, "Come on, eat the spicy one if you dare!"
Krol looked at the pot filled with red oil and chili peppers and admitted defeat.
Loh Xiaoan sat down, "I'll keep you company. Why didn't Mochen and Xinxin come?"
"Don't mention him." Shen Qingyan's eyes reddened, "Brother Xiaoan, I just broke up."
"Uh..." Loh Xiaoan was taken aback.
Among this group of kids, Loh Xiaoan was the oldest, already thirty this year, and not yet married. He spent years in the military, only occasionally returning to Jiangcheng. There was a military aura about him.
Whether it be Shen Yu's children or those of the Nan Family, he treated them like brothers and sisters.
