At dusk.
Rong Shengsheng slowly made her way back to the Lan Family residence, just in time for dinner.
Ai Weixi smiled and said, "Shengsheng, come quickly, today we made your favorite steamed spare ribs with rice flour and egg drop soup."
Lan Xiyu was there too, wearing a blue shirt, his slightly curled, flaxen hair coupled with his Eurasian features, made even the vibrant red roses on the table seem less stunning than his looks.
Rong Shengsheng walked over, greeted everyone in the Lan Family, and then took her seat.
Ai Weixi's eyes sparkled as she said, "Dear, what were you out doing today? I was looking for you to have a chat, but couldn't find you anywhere."
"I... I went to take care of some matters."
Ai Weixi nodded understandingly and didn't press further. She knew to leave some privacy for others, so she changed the subject, "Why hasn't Axiao come yet? If he doesn't show up, let's not wait for him."
