Luo Qianqian almost cried when she heard those words. She held back the tears and pouted without saying a word.
Luo Xinyue looked at Luo Qianqian's expression and smiled, "Actually, what the old man arranged might not be the best. As a father, I hope more than anything that you're truly happy."
Luo Xinyue suddenly made such a vague statement, and Luo Qianqian looked at him with a puzzled face; he waved his hand.
"Pretend I'm drunk."
Luo Qianqian looked at the empty table with confusion, so where was there anything to drink?
"Speaking of which, what about the food?" Luo Qianqian raised an eyebrow.
"Would you like to taste my cooking?" Luo Xinyue suddenly suggested.
Luo Qianqian paused, then nodded, "Sure."
She then watched as Luo Xinyue stood up and smiled at her, "Come and give me a hand?"
Luo Qianqian paused for a moment then stood up, nodding, "Okay."
