"Alright, alright, you don't have to apologize to him. After all, you are still a kid, and he, being an adult, will understand," Wen Xian said.
As she spoke, Lu Xiao's eyes were still reddened, but she couldn't help muttering, "Who is the kid here?"
She was already a college student, after all.
Wen Xian opened the door, and they came out together, looking as if nothing had happened.
But everyone knew that things were different now.
When they returned to the dinner table, Lu's mother quickly changed the subject, smiling warmly at Li Zaijun:
"Junjun, come on, eat some more. Your aunt made this especially for you and your sister-in-law, just to save my face."
After sitting down, Little Zaijun obediently picked up her chopsticks and grabbed the crab bun, nibbling it bit by bit.
The soup splattered, leaving a lingering taste on her lips.
She seemed entirely focused on eating, hardly lifting her head, as if she was afraid to look at anyone.
