Lu Xiuting seemed to want to play hard to get, purposely adopting a nonchalant pose, and took a sip from the teacup in front of her.
Chen Yan's eyes showed a hint of mocking laughter.
He opened a large bag he had with him, reached inside to grab something, and threw it to the ground!
Clang!
A small shovel was thrown onto the ground by him!
The shovel, covered with soil debris, landed on the wooden floor of the private room, making a sound that startled Lu Xiuting. Her fingers holding the teacup trembled slightly.
"You? What is this..." Lu Xiuting's eyes revealed a hint of shock.
Because she clearly recognized what this shovel was!
"Aunt Lu, let's talk." Chen Yan sat down, smiling, reached for a clean teacup on the table, and picked up the teapot to pour himself a cup.
Lu Xiuting's gaze fell on the iron shovel on the ground, then looked up at Chen Yan, showing uncertainty and suspicion.
