"Speak up, what exactly is going on?" Old Master Luo, enjoying the tea Luo Qianqian had made, sat behind the desk.
Luo Qianqian genuinely felt that the placement of this desk in the study was intended for Old Master Luo to interrogate the younger generation. It was much like a setting from a war drama series resembling a prison.
"What's it?" Luo Qianqian asked subconsciously, then suddenly realized those few had tattled, after all, Qin Wen knew they were going to test something, Luo Yanwu had Cong Rong's contact information, and Lin Jiayou had just met with Zhang Yun. Wasn't it obvious?
"Did you have a falling out in your dorm?" Old Master Luo didn't seem to think much of it, only worried that his granddaughter might be wronged.
"Oh, it's just minor squabbles, Grandfather, don't worry about it." Luo Qianqian was very composed. "How can there be deeper affection between girls if they don't squabble a few times?" She spouted nonsense with a serious face.
