Xu Wenbin had spent half his life studying history, laboriously digging pits, digging up corpses; Xu Qing wasn't interested in that stuff.
He'd rather fancy a living one, with soft little lips…
"Antiques?"
Qin Maocai nearly burst out laughing. Liking antiques... it wasn't so much liking them as it was liking money, "Old Xu likes antiques for the research, but you liking them is..."
"I like to research too," Xu Qing declared boldly, massaging Jiang He's little hand.
"Ahem... okay, you like research too."
You couldn't possibly research anything.
Jiang He took a moment to remember what antiques were, feeling the warmth of Xu Qing's hand under the table and realizing she was the subject of his 'research.' She quietly squeezed his hand tight.
"Eep~"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing."
