"Luo Xiang?" Luo Lian shook her head: "The person Governor Qiao is looking for should have nothing to do with my family. My grandpa doesn't have any other brothers."
"Sorry, everyone must be hungry, right? The hot pot has been boiling for a while, it's all my fault." Qiao Aimin said as he took the communal chopsticks to pick up some food from the pot, inquiring what dishes the two of them liked.
"Governor Qiao, please go ahead and eat. We'll take care of ourselves and cook what we want to eat," Luo Ye said, taking Luo Lian's clenched fist and gently soothing it. She had long noticed this habit of Luo Lian's; whenever she was nervous or had something on her mind, her fist would clench.
Her reaction made Luo Ye almost certain that Qiao Aimin's first love must have been Luo Lian's mother, who might have changed her name later.
