"Wow, haven't seen your dad in years, he's aged a lot!" Tang Xiaowei spoke in a hushed voice.
Tong Ya didn't answer, her eyes filled with complex emotions as she looked at the old man downstairs.
After a while, when they realized that the old man wasn't making any moves, just sitting there waiting, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Seems like he's not here for us! Looks like he came for the braised dishes." Tang Xiaowei curled her lip, "Wow, the stuff your future husband makes must be really amazing, even attracting your own father here."
Tong Ya gave Tang Xiaowei's arm a gentle twist.
She didn't know what to do at that moment.
If Chen Yu can't find her later and calls out her name, then everything would be exposed.
By now, the old man had a bowl of noodles and a pound of braised meat in front of him.
He didn't care about anything else and started wolfing down his food with chopsticks in hand.
