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In the private room.
After Lu Xingzhou and Song Wei left, Fanghua proactively asked to hold Jinbao.
The little one had seen her last time, found her familiar, and didn't act shy. He squirmed a bit in his grandmother's arms before settling down and reaching for the teacup on the table.
Wen Wan was a bit surprised; Jinbao was usually very shy. Normally, an unfamiliar person holding him would make him cry, but why was he so well-behaved today?
Before she could think it through, the door was pushed open, and Lu Xingzhou walked in, saying he had already ordered the food.
This teahouse had a mixed business model, providing not only tea but also meals.
Subsequently, Lu Xingzhou sat down next to Fanghua, smiled kindly at Jinbao, and reached out to hold him.
Jinbao held the teacup with both hands, his black eyes inspecting Lu Xingzhou, seeming to confirm he didn't recognize him. Refusing to be touched, he threw the teacup away, mumbling, "Hit... hit..."
