"Ah, no." Lu Zhaoying stood up as if a lightbulb lit up in his head. "I think she's like…"
He pondered about it and suddenly thought of someone. "Like my mother, Master Juan!"
Lu Zhaoying guessed and didn't explain anything to Master Juan. He might even fly to Africa to mine in the evening.
He had said she was like his mother casually, of course, but Lu Zhaoying couldn't remember where the specific sense of familiarity came from.
Cheng Juan continued to look at him expressionlessly. His eyes were as thick as ink, but Lu Zhaoying's scalp was about to explode.
He cleaned up the bowls that the three had eaten. "Then… Master Juan, I have to wash the plates?"
Cheng Juan retracted his gaze and nodded.
His emotions couldn't be heard, and Lu Zhaoying sighed a breath of relief in the kitchen. He was still thinking about it, pondering over where the familiarity had come from.
**
The Lin family.
