"Miao Miao."
The restaurant where Jiang Chen had visited.
Weng Chun waved to the girl who pushed the door open, a glass of water in front of her, with a pair of sunglasses, necklace, and earrings—all set, the standard affluent lady's get-up, but the smile in her eyes couldn't hide her anxiety.
"Auntie."
Ren Miao approached with a smile and greeted warmly.
Although the other party had married into the family for a few years, she always addressed her as "Auntie." Neither Ren Yan nor Weng Chun herself had asked her to change the way she addressed them.
"Sit down. You just finished class, right? Look at this, have something to eat."
Weng Chun was brimming with warmth.
"I've already eaten."
"You've eaten already? That was quick."
"Mmm."
Ren Miao asked curiously, "Auntie, are you just passing by?"
Weng Chun put down the menu, shook her head, her smile somewhat complex.
"No, I came specifically to find you."
Ren Miao looked puzzled.
