Afang soaked up what he said like a sponge, then parted her lips in surprise: "Huanhuan, I've never seen you in a relationship before. How do you know so much?"
"You're right, I've never dated, that's exactly why I've watched a lot. So of course I know more than you guys. You know what they say, the onlooker sees things more clearly." Lu Huan tugged at the collar of his T-shirt, looking laid‑back and rakish.
Little Baozi came over and grabbed his sleeve: "Uncle Huanhuan, when are you going to find a wife?"
"Zhengzheng, why are you in such a hurry for me to find a wife?" Lu Huan lectured his little nephew. "You gotta know, once I get a wife, I might not be able to play with you anymore."
Little Baozi said, "I want to look at pretty ladies."
Little Baozi's idea of a pretty lady stopped at Shen Jiayin. Only if his uncle got married could he look at a pretty lady.
Afang listened to Little Baozi teasing Lu Huan, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but lift into a smile.
