Lu Jingchen looked up at Song Qiao who had just come down, chuckled softly twice, clearly in a good mood, and spoke directly, "She's far prettier than you."
Yu Xia, "..." Lu Jingchen, do you think we can still be friends?
She complimented his wife, and he actually managed to take a hit at her... that was really too much.
Yu Xia felt that she shouldn't be so petty and ought to be more magnanimous, so she didn't get angry. She gave the standing man a faint glance, said nothing, didn't retort, and secretly clenched her fist, deciding not to stoop to the level of a sharp-tongued man.
Song Qiao walked straight to the dining room, and upon looking up saw a girl sitting at the dining table, smiling at herself, and opposite the girl was a pair of chopsticks and a bowl with leftover porridge, clearly belonging to Lu Jingchen. However, Lu Jingchen was nowhere to be found in the dining room.
