Xiao Qimo grasped the armrest for quite a while before finally saying in a frosty tone, "She's chatting with a friend and will be over in a moment."
"Oh, that's fine," Qi Zhen was satisfied, "Whether you come or not doesn't matter to me, I mainly wanted to see Mianmian!"
Xiao Qimo: ...
"Where's my dad?"
Qi Zhen waved his hand, "Your dad said I was dressed too lightly and insisted on getting a shawl from the car."
Xiao Qimo: ...
The refined man massaged his throbbing temples, no longer looking at Qi Zhen.
As Qi Zhen turned back to sit properly, Jia Fangqin leaned in from the side.
"The Lu Mian you were just talking about, is she a tall and slim girl who looks pretty decent?" she asked with a gossip-laden tone, completely oblivious to the propriety of the occasion.
