Zhao Rong was about to follow inside the door.
But the next second, Lingfei suddenly stopped, turned around, and placed her hand on Zhao Rong's chest, halting his steps.
Lingfei tilted her head, and Qingjun in her arms mimicked her, tilting her head as well.
Both the big and the small tilted their heads and looked at Zhao Rong.
"Rong'er, what are you up to?"
Zhao Rong's eyes widened, his expression slightly stiff. He had never expected Qing Jun to stop him at the door.
After all, since I'm already here, why won't you let me in for a warm tea...
Seeing a teasing look in Lingfei's eyes, Zhao Rong braced himself and said, "Qing Jun, I'm a bit thirsty. Do you have any tea in your house? I'll just have a sip and leave."
Lingfei bit her lip, pretending to think for a moment, then nodded her head.
Zhao Rong's eyes lit up, ready to speak, but Qing Jun's voice had already risen.
"Yes, Rong'er, wait here, don't move. I'll go get you a cup."