Cheng Quan and Leng Xiaoduan chatted casually.
Although he was talking to Leng Xiaoduan, three of the five sentences were about Ye Qingwan.
For example, how did they meet, how did Ye Qingwan get married so early, and what kind of man would be lucky enough to marry such a beautiful woman.
After the meal, Chengquan asked if they wanted to go to the next stall. It was up to them whether they wanted to sing or do anything else.
Ye Qingwan suddenly received a call saying that her husband had finished his lessons with her son and was driving over to pick her up.
"I'm sorry. My husband said he'll pick me up later."
Ye Qingwan smiled.
Her smile made her look like a blooming spring flower. Cheng Quan's eyes were wide open.
"Why don't the two of you continue to make arrangements?"
Leng Xiaoduan and Cheng Quan had no interest in each other, so how could they continue to arrange for it?
"Sister Qingwan, it's my turn to ride your car back."
