Hearing the subtle sarcasm in Weilan's tone, Lu Yuanhe asked in confusion, "Weilan, how come you came early?"
Qin Meifen, of course, also detected the hint of mockery in those words, frowning as she looked towards Weilan, "What's this about? Why speak with such scorn and ridicule?"
"Scorn and ridicule?" Weilan let out a light laugh, "Auntie Fen, you must have heard wrong. I'm envious—here you are, middle-aged, and yet my dad still adores you so much. I'm truly green with envy."
Qin Meifen's brow tightened, but her expression also carried a touch of pride.
In her heart, Weilan actually had some admiration for Qin Meifen. It wasn't every woman who could hold onto her husband's heart well into middle age—Auntie Fen was indeed impressive.
Lu Yuanhe's face wasn't looking very good; he seemed to dislike being praised for his affections.
Weilan glanced at Lu Yuanhe and said, "Dad, has your heart settled down?"
