Wen Yanqing casually sat down, his gaze lightly sweeping over the cigar that Wen Rendong was holding.
Wen Rendong's movements paused, and he put the cigar he had just taken out back.
"Do you like them?" Wen Rendong asked Lin Gantang, "A pair of short-legged cats, male and female. The servants at home all say they are very cute."
Lin Gantang let the cats out and found that they were quite lively, very curious. She reached out her hand, the male cat sniffed her fingertips, and the female cat hooked a pearl dangling from her bracelet with her paw.
"I like them," Lin Gantang said fondly. "They're surprisingly not shy."
"Right, that's why I think they'd be a good fit for your bookstore," Wen Rendong said.
As Lin Gantang played with the cats, Wen Rendong started chatting with Wen Yanqing, "Are you two planning a wedding?"
"We are in the midst of preparing," Wen Yanqing replied casually.
Wen Rendong complained, "Marriage is a huge deal, and you don't ask Dad for help?"
