Zuo Yuqing looked at Song Qiao sitting next to Lu Jingchen with some difficulty, bit her lip, and spoke, "Can I talk to you alone?"
Upon hearing her words, Song Qiao subconsciously furrowed her brows, but still turned her head to look at Zuo Yuqing across from her, a cold, mocking smile curling at the corners of her mouth.
But before she could say anything, Lu Jingchen had already refused her suggestion bluntly, "Qiaoqiao is my wife. She can listen in here with us. Go ahead, what do you need me for?"
"I..." Upon hearing Lu Jingchen's words, Zuo Yuqing's face slightly changed, turning a bit pale, her eyes filling with hurt and pain, and even a touch of disbelief.
Just then, Aunt Chen came up with the flower tea and pastries, walking straight to Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao, smiling as she said, "Sir, the pastries and flower tea you asked me to prepare for madam are ready."
