Qiao Jinsong had a beaming smile on his face. Just as he was about to speak politely again, Joanna couldn't help but interrupt, "Dad, can we talk while we eat? I'm starving!"
"Right, right, Mr. Ling has come a long way, and dinner is ready. Please, let's eat!" Qiao Jinsong hurriedly said.
So, the group left the study and headed toward the dining room.
Qiao Anran, held by her sister, turned her big eyes back and forth to look at Ling Feng, suddenly asked curiously, "Who are you?"
Ling Feng smiled; he naturally liked children and was especially fond of this little girl who looked like a doll, so he said, "I'm your sister's friend!"
"Boyfriend?" Qiao Anran tilted her head, asking earnestly.
Ling Feng: "..."
"Anran, don't talk nonsense, he's my friend, not my boyfriend!" Joanna quickly said.
But the little girl didn't believe it, pouting her lips, "Look at the way he looks at you, when other boys come to our house, do you look at them like that?"
