Suddenly hearing the long-lost name "Xiang Lanxin," Luo Xiu couldn't help but find it amusing. It really had been a long time since he had last seen the little spitfire.
While Luo Xiu was lost in thought, Xia Chan gently tugged at the corner of his shirt, her expression pitiful. "Brother Luo… maybe we should just leave."
Seeing her woeful look, Luo Xiu's heart softened. "Don't worry, it's fine," he said gently. "We've ordered so much delicious food. Wouldn't leaving now be a huge waste?"
Xia Chan suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest. "But you could be in danger, Brother Luo! There are bad people who will bully you!"
