Shen Xian raised her head to look at Liao Wan, then at the fruit plate in her hand, her face turning sheepish, "Heh, hehe, yeah—it's not that funny, huh—"
However, the next second when their gazes met again, they both couldn't help but burst out laughing, that kind of laugh that's both awkward and amusing. Their laughter was loud and resonant, spilling through the door into the hallway.
Bai Feng, carrying two big bags of meal boxes, hurried down the corridor and heard the hearty laughter from inside the moment he approached the door. Without needing to discern carefully, he could tell it was Liao Wan laughing.
He paused at the door, listening for a while, and the gloom on his face gradually gave way to a smile, his eyes also lightening up. He pushed the door open and walked in, "What are you talking about, laughing so merrily?"
Shen Xian, having laughed too hard, strained a rib and tried to stifle her laughter, "Uncle, you've arrived?"
