Lu Jingchen raised his eyes and glanced at Song Qiao, who was already walking down, and let out a soft laugh, clearly in a good mood. He directly said, "She looks much better than you."
Yu Xia, "..." Lu Jingchen, do you think we can still be good friends?
She complimented his wife, and he actually put her down... It was really too much.
Yu Xia felt that she shouldn't be so petty, she should be more magnanimous, so she didn't get angry. She glanced indifferently at the man who had stood up, didn't say a word or argue back, and secretly clenched her small fist, deciding not to stoop to the level of a sharp-tongued man.
Song Qiao walked directly to the dining room, and upon looking up, she saw a girl sitting at the dining table, smiling at her. On the opposite side of the girl, there was a pair of bowls and chopsticks, with some unfinished porridge, clearly belonging to Lu Jingchen, but he was nowhere to be seen in the dining room.
