Lu Fengxuan sniffled, her apricot eyes slightly rimmed with tears, yet she stubbornly said, "I'm not crying, don't talk nonsense."
"Okay, okay, I'm the one talking nonsense," Yan Huaizheng surrendered unconditionally.
Mr. Wen's probing gaze settled on them.
Yan Huaizheng noticed and said helplessly, "I was so caught up talking to you that I forgot to ask Mr. Wen to sit down."
"Mr. Wen, please take a seat. I haven't seen Xiao Xuan for many years, and I got a bit emotional. I hope it brought you some amusement."
Lu Fengxuan got up and helped Mr. Wen to sit down on a chair beside them.
Mr. Wen looked back and forth between them, "I didn't know that you two had a history. Why don't you share the story with me?"
"Actually, it's nothing much..." Yan Huaizheng didn't plan to talk about the old stories.
Mr. Wen blew his beard and stared, then turned to look at Lu Fengxuan, who had no choice but to say, "I'll tell you later."
