Xiao Qimo felt that this was indeed the correct way to meet the parents, and thus he became more at ease.
What was bound to happen would always come; if Fu Yu remained overly polite, he would actually be more worried.
He considered himself quite familiar with Lu Mian, aside from the secrets she hadn't shared. Despite feeling nervous, he was confident that he could certainly win over this little uncle's approval.
The refined man gracefully rinsed the greens in the hot pot, speaking gently, "Mr. Fu, Lu Mian can't drink alcohol."
Fu Yu uttered an "Oh," not too surprised, but quickly introduced another topic.
"Mr. Xiao, I wonder if you could grant me a request."
Not just one— even if it were ten, he would have to agree.
Xiao Qimo nodded, "Please say it."
Fu Yu's demeanor became somber, and Xiao Qimo could see deep concern and worry in his expression. He knitted his brows, then he heard Fu Yu speak slowly and gravely.
