Under Old Sir Lu's persuasion, the three of them raised their glasses each with their own thoughts, swirling the red liquid inside. Everyone's mood gradually became complex.
"Eat more, you've lost weight recently."
With a hint of indifference in his eyes, Lu Qing lifted his eyelids and glanced over, releasing a relaxed smile upon seeing Qin Miaomiao's smile. Noticing Lu Xing's gaze, he naturally ignored it.
Old Sir Lu didn't feel much; seeing two people getting along well was naturally more comforting than watching them argue. So he couldn't help but say to Lu Xing, "Bring Miss Mo next time, don't forget."
"Got it, Grandpa."
Lu Xing obediently lowered his head, a meaningful look in his eyes.
Qin Miaomiao noticed Lu Xing's actions and was surprised by his low-key compliance. She slightly opened her mouth, dumbfounded, and looked at Lu Qing beside her.
"Are you done eating?"
Qin Miaomiao nodded.
