Lu Yichen, with a sigh of exasperation, turned to Wu Yaqing and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want to grab something to eat?"
The sudden shift in conversation left Wu Yaqing momentarily baffled. "What do you mean by that?"
Bao Linjiang turned his head, cutting straight to the chase, "He means for you to keep it down. You're being too loud."
Wu Yaqing's mood soured instantly. "I'm just worried about you, and this is how you treat me?" She huffed, marching off to sit as far away from Lu Yichen as possible, arms crossed, stewing in silence.
Lu Yichen rubbed his temples at the sight of Wu Yaqing's pouting figure, a headache brewing.
Bao Linjiang spread his hands, as if to say, "Don't look at me; I'm just the messenger."
When Chu Qingzhi returned, the room was clearly divided. "What happened here?"
Wu Yaqing piped up first, "Nothing much. Qingzhi, come check Lu Yice's fingers. The worms haven't been coming out for a while now."
