Qin Ruan, as if he was purposefully to provoke him, said in a nonchalant tone: "Thanks to Grandpa's care."
Long Xinzhao clutched his heart, appeared to be in pain, as if he were a woman who had lost her chastity.
"Qin Ruan, I haven't eaten yet, and your display of love has already filled me up."
Ling Xiaoxuan also looked a little resentful, staring pitifully at Qin Ruan.
"This is the difference between being married and single."
Qin Ruan finished her soup, calmly wiped the corner of her mouth, picked up a book from the side and stood up.
"I'm full, you guys continue eating."
She walked away with composed strides.
Leaving Ling Xiaoxuan and Long Xinzhao behind, their heads spinning from the display of affection they had just witnessed.
Long Xinzhao, staring at the door, murmured: "My understanding of Qin Ruan seems to be quite different from hers."
Ling Xiaoxuan glanced at him: "What was your impression of her before?"
