"Aunt Yun, Uncle Lu?"
Ye Jinwen's eyes almost popped out, looking at the middle-aged couple sitting in front of the computer, his voice drifting.
"Oh, Jinwen is here."
The response was a very half-hearted perfunctory one.
Ye Jinwen's mouth twitched crazily, "You guys..."
Are you guys crazy?
"Brother Ye." Lu Mian lifted her head amidst her busyness, her hands on the keyboard not pausing for a moment.
She asked, "Why are you here? We're playing a CTF match."
Ye Jinwen: ...I can see that.
Besides, I also know you're teamed up with Yun Sang, and your dad and mom are a team. Your whole family of four is having a blast.
It's really like a Bulbasaur eating Pringles and sneaking into Mickey's clubhouse—absolutely brilliant!
"It's not that, Little Mianmian, your wedding is tomorrow..."
"Yeah... so I'm hanging out with my parents." Lu Mian smiled gently.
