The three of them had been busy with work. Recently, they realized that Song Qinglian was not as gentle as she appeared. After Lu Yao returned home, she had been openly and secretly mocking Lu Yao, and even sowing discord between them.
Song Qinglian looked at Lu Yu's impatient expression and her heart skipped a beat. She probed, "Ah Yu, are you not feeling well? Why do you look unhappy?"
Lu Yu frowned and said coldly, "Auntie Song, I'm already so old. Don't you think it's a little disgusting to keep calling me Ah Yu? I'm not a child."
He reached out and tucked his wet hair back from his forehead. His movements were clean. There were still water droplets on his face from the shower. He reached out and casually wiped them away, revealing his casual handsomeness.
