So, Song Xiaorou just glanced at Ning Anping and then turned her attention to Song Xiuluan, "Uncle, why are you still here? Aren't you going home for the Mid-Autumn Festival? Why haven't I seen the second uncle today?"
Compared to her uncle who might potentially marry and start a family, the single second uncle was more worthy of concern.
Song Xiuluan couldn't be bothered with her and hummed through his nose.
Song Xiaorou really didn't dare to show her uncle a face or throw a tantrum. Seeing his expression, she could only smooth things over herself, "Since uncle is busy, we won't disturb him. Yuwei, let's go buy something else first and come back for the wines when we leave."
Chen Yuwei naturally had no objections.
However, before leaving, she stared intently at Lu Qingqing's ruby for several moments, for she had never seen a ruby so large.
It was purely red, dazzlingly beautiful—could it be the legendary pigeon-blood red?
