"If Young Master Han is envious, there should be a lot of women lining up to debone fish for you," said Jian Qing, her lips curving slightly as she replied.
"No thanks, I'd probably lose my appetite after they finish deboning the fish," Han Yue retorted with a light cough.
"By the way, Jian Qing, did anyone used to debone fish for you?" Quan Mingxuan asked, stirring the pot.
Jian Qing nodded, prompting Quan Mingxuan and Han Yue to look at her with sparkling eyes.
"Who was it?"
A hint of softness flickered in Jian Qing's eyes. "Luoluo!" She said.
Instinct told them that Luoluo was a man's name.
"Is Luoluo a man or a woman?" Han Yue asked curiously.
"A man." She took a cold look at the excited pair and said plainly.
"Jingwu, did you hear that? A man." Han Yue, far from satisfied, continued to cause trouble, ignoring his barbecued fish.
Quan Jingwu remained composed, continuing to debone the fish.
