After helping Xiaoyan pick up the sugar-roasted chestnuts scattered on the floor, Old Yan, having barely managed to suppress his jealousy, cleared his throat and said,
"Sit down. Let's talk."
Lu Xuan did as he was told, sitting properly on the sofa. Xiaoyan immediately sat down right next to him, looking perfectly well-behaved.
Yan Huang felt a pang in his chest.
'His precious girl always used to sit next to *me*...'
After a moment, he spoke sullenly,
"You must have run into quite a bit of trouble in the ruins this time. Some of the survivors have shared a great deal. That mega-ruin is definitely a huge problem."
Lu Xuan nodded honestly and replied,
"I did run into a lot of things... What are people saying?"
At some point, Old Yan had lit a cigarette. He took a long drag, smoke curling into the air.
