"What does that have to do with you?"
Lin Qingya had regained her usual icy demeanor by this time, retorting to the other person before turning around to take Han Yu's hand.
She really didn't want to waste any more time here making a spectacle of herself. "Husband, I'm hungry, I want to eat the noodles you made for me."
It wasn't to intentionally provoke Qiao Wenbin, she was genuinely a bit hungry and really wanted to have Han Yu's tomato and egg noodles again.
In her memory, she recalled the time she brought Han Yu home and he made her a bowl of tomato and egg noodles that tasted really delicious. That time, she even finished the broth.
"Okay, I'll stir-fry two side dishes for you as well."
Han Yu smiled slightly and nodded, once again ignoring Qiao Wenbin next to him, and directly pushed through the crowd heading toward the gate.
Even a mud figure has a temper; being ignored repeatedly finally ignited the rage in Qiao Wenbin's heart.
He suddenly shouted, "Stop them!"
