Luo Qiao noticed no one followed her in, turned her head to see someone still standing in the yard: "Why are you in a daze? Come in and wash your hands, get ready to eat."
She brought the dishes from the pot to the table, directed Lu Yichen to bring over the stewed chicken, and then scooped the rice, getting ready for the meal.
Lu Yichen set up the dishes and washed his hands: "Who was that woman just now? Why did she come to our house?"
Luo Qiao scooping rice, said: "She said her husband is Yan Santai, a subordinate of Qiu Guangming, came to borrow money from me."
While speaking, she didn't forget to watch Lu Yichen's expression, thinking he might know something.
Lu Yichen then said: "Is she Yan Santai's wife?"
Luo Qiao nodded: "Yes, that's what she said."
"How did you know each other?"
"I don't know her."
"Then how did she come to our house to borrow money?"
"I don't know, she said when I came back, she was standing next to those people who were greeting me."
