Lian Bao reacted quickly, speaking with a streetwise air, "You must be Master Qian? I met Shao Yao at the market, and I've heard her mention you, saying you're a kind and enthusiastic person. You said me and Shao Yao..."
He hesitated at this point, turning to look at Shao Yao, and paused, looking eager to gain favor.
Lately, his dressing style was adapted to the local customs here.
A flash of surprise crossed Shao Yao's eyes. She glanced quickly at Lian Bao, catching the meaning in his gaze.
She noticed something and then lowered her head, remaining silent.
This demeanor, in Master Qian's eyes, seemed like tacit approval.
He looked at Shao Yao, then at Lian Bao, and suddenly understood, "Oh, you two are lovebirds, eh? That's good, that's good, hahahaha..."
Lian Bao smiled sheepishly, feeling quite embarrassed.
When Shao Yao heard the word 'lovebirds,' her face turned crimson, and she said nervously, "Master Qian, please don't tell my mother."
