Her waist hurt a bit from the pinch by Lu Jingchen, and almost subconsciously, after introducing herself to Lu Jingchen's mother, she couldn't help but glance sideways at him with a glare.
Can't you pinch a little softer?
Lu Jingchen gently glanced at the little woman in his arms, a faint smile appearing in his eyes, his expression unchanged.
Standing opposite the two, Xu Qian naturally noticed the exchange of expressions between Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao. She tugged at the corner of her mouth, showing a kind smile, and directly addressed Song Qiao, "You both must be tired after such a long drive. The chef is preparing lunch, why don't you rest here for a bit, and we can eat soon."
Xu Qian, watching her husband's reaction, couldn't help but sigh inwardly, but didn't say much more. She gave Lu Jingchen a few reminders and then went back to the kitchen to see if there was anything she could help with.
