"In that case, do you know the identity of that mysterious man backing Yan Huan?" asked the host.
"I don't," said Su Muran, straightening her body. "But I believe I caught a glimpse of him once. He was pretty old."
"Pfft!" Yan Huan spat out the milk in her mouth.
"Hubby, she called you an old man!" she said to Lu Yi who was in the kitchen.
With an apron on, Lu Yi walked out of the kitchen holding a bowl of noodles, something Yan Huan wanted to eat on a whim. Though he wasn't the best cook, his noodles weren't that bad either.
He squatted down, peeled Little Bean off Yan Huan's body, and tossed it aside. The languid Little Bean sprawled out on the ground as soon as it landed. It was amusing to see a cat this lazy—you can't even be sure if it's a cat or a pig.
Appearance aside, even its manners were more like a pig now.
